Letters to Penthouse XXXIX

by Letters to Penthouse XXXIX- Hot, Horny

  I recently heard that Greg got offered a job in the city after he graduates from law school, and I expect he’ll move when the time comes. Until then, however, I have two handsome hunks to satisfy my visual desires.

  —Ms. L.P., Tampa, Florida

  A Game of Quarters Leads Players to a Mint of Delight

  Every Labor Day, my wife, Lara, and I get together with our old friends and neighbors, Marybeth and Neil. We lived next door to them for the first three years after we were married, back in the days when we were renting a studio apartment and struggling to make ends meet while saving for a house of our own. All our hard work paid off, eventually, and Lara and I moved out of state and into our dream house—cathedral ceilings, a fireplace, and a winding staircase—in Pennsylvania.

  Marybeth and Neil didn’t get out of the old apartment until two years later, but they stayed in New York, about a two-hour drive away from our home.

  Despite the fact that we only see each other occasionally, we have remained very close over the years, calling each other frequently and even taking vacations together. And no matter what, every Labor Day we get together for a weekend of dining and drinking and reminiscing about “the not so good old days.” This year, however, was our best holiday together ever.

  Marybeth and Neil arrived on the third of September, looking as tan and attractive as ever. Lara and I have often talked about what a good-looking couple they are, and even entertained the idea of what it would be like to be intimate with them; Lara with Neil, me with Marybeth. But before this year, it was all talk.

  After a quaint dinner at a nearby restaurant, the four of us drove back to the house for cocktails. Usually we would pop open a bottle of wine and sit around sipping it casually as we talked. This year, however, Marybeth suggested we do something a little bit different. She had brought along some tequila, and after opening it and pouring a glass for each of us, she suggested that we play a game called “Quarters.”

  “The object of the game,” she began, “is to get the quarter inside this shot glass by bouncing it off the table. If you don’t get it in after two tries, you drink. The person who gets it in gets to make someone else drink and then goes again. When any one person gets the quarter in the glass three times in a row, he or she gets to make up a rule. The rules are to complicate the game… or to make it more interesting. Every time you break a rule, you have to drink as well. Got it?” We all nodded and began to play, working our way around the table, aiming the quarter at the glass.

  At first it seemed rather silly to be playing a college drinking game, but once we learned how to get the quarter in the cup, things got very interesting. The first few rules were simple: Keep your elbows off the table; do not use the words “drink, drank, or drunk”; and no cursing. But every time I got the quarter in the glass I found myself pointing to my next victim and saying, “Dri—I mean, consume!” And, more often than not, my victim would say something like, “Ah, shit!”

  I know it was the pent-up sexual tension—not the tequila—that brought on what happened next (we were all, after all, only taking small sips). And because we all secretly wanted one another, no one seemed all that surprised about it.

  It started when Neil got the quarter in the glass three times and was allowed to make a rule. His rule was that whenever someone missed the cup, he or she had to take off an item of clothing. Because none of us were particularly good at getting the quarter in the cup after a few shots of tequila, it didn’t take long for clothes to pile up on the floor. The women shed the most the fastest, and before long Neil and I were staring at two sets of gorgeous breasts: my wife’s small and firm, and Marybeth’s luscious and round. It was hard to resist the urge to touch them, but I had a feeling that the time would come.

  By the time we were all naked we were playing for sexual favors rather than making up rules. After getting the quarter in three times in a row, I summoned up all my courage and said, “I want Marybeth to rub my dick until Lara gets the quarter in the cup ten times.”

  I knew, of course, that Lara was the worst at getting the quarter in the cup, and as a result, Marybeth was pumping on my cock for a good ten minutes. I was so excited as her hand stroked up and down at a dizzying speed that I thought for sure I’d soon be shooting before Lara got the last quarter in that cup. Before I was about to come, though, Lara reached number ten and declared, “Since I got the quarter in ten times, I get to request three things!”

  “What?” We all began to argue with her. “Listen,” she said. “Request number one: Marybeth, finish my husband off with a blowjob. Two: Neil, get over here and put your tongue to some use, and three: give me a mouthful of your cock as well.”

  Once we realized we stood to gain from her naughty requests, no one was arguing any longer. In seconds Marybeth was down on her knees, intently sucking me off while Neil and Lara were positioned in an intriguing 69. I watched Lara take Neil’s cock down her throat with ease as Marybeth continued to thrill me with her sexy little mouth.

  I was in heaven as Marybeth licked and nibbled around my cockhead and up and down my shaft before taking the head in her mouth and sucking it gently, rolling her tongue around it. Then she opened her mouth and slid her warm lips up and down my shaft until she had taken in half of it.

  As Marybeth worked rhythmically on my cock, I watched Neil slowly lick my wife’s labia until he found her clit. His tongue played with her hard little nub until she was humping his face. Then he shoved his tongue inside her, bringing her to an explosive orgasm.

  I had to close my eyes as the feel of Marybeth’s lips gliding over my cock became seriously intense. The sensation of her tongue flicking the sensitive underside was enough to drive me over the edge, and in seconds I was shooting my load down Marybeth’s throat, with her swallowing every drop.

  The drinking game forgotten, Neil and I began kissing each other’s wife, our hands caressing their breasts and cupping their ass cheeks. When I reached my hand down to fondle Marybeth’s cunt, I was surprised to feel how wet she was. Now Neil joined in, diddling his sweet wife’s labia with one hand while finger-fucking my wife with the other. As I plunged two fingers in and out of Marybeth’s cunt, she caressed my penis.

  Growing impatient, I suggested we move on to bigger and better things. In no time Lara was on her hands and knees waiting to be fucked doggy-style. Neil jumped to the task, and much to my surprise Marybeth wiggled underneath my wife and started to suck on her pussy. Determined to get a piece of the action as well, I stood in front of my wife, knees slightly bent, and stuck my cock in her mouth. It was hard at first for us to get a steady rhythm going, but as long as Neil moved slowly in and out of my wife, Marybeth was able to keep her lips fastened to my wife’s cunt and my wife was able to hold fast to my cock.

  Within seconds of each other, Lara, Neil, and I all came. Then it was on to pleasing Marybeth, with me eating her out while Lara and Neil played with her breasts.

  What a wonderful holiday weekend, certainly our best get-together ever. Lara and I are looking forward to the next time we can party with our good friends, which might be this Christmas. We’ll be exchanging gifts of pleasure, I’m sure.

  —Mr. C.R., Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania

  Home-Improvement Stud and Hot Neighbor in a Tool-Time Romp

  I’d only been in the neighborhood a couple of months, but I’d seen Rick in his backyard, which is right next to mine. We’d yell hello at each other from our decks, and I knew he was divorced and worked for a cable TV company. He wasn’t at home much, but he’d been around a lot more lately, pounding and hammering night and day. Consumed with all sorts of curiosity, one morning I made a big pot of coffee, put on my best lace panties and a see-through bra under my short white skirt and halter top, and paid my neighbor a call.

  “For heaven’s sake, man, what are you building? I hear you pounding at all hours. I brought over a pot of coffee if you’d like some.” I looked up at his handsome, mustached face. Rick is in his forties, tall and muscular.
He was wearing jeans but no shirt. The hair on his chest was slicked down with sweat, and sawdust was clinging to his skin.

  He wiped his brow and said he could use a break. He’d been working on the flooring since about seven that morning, having promised himself after he’d gotten laid off from his job that he’d finish his home-repair projects. He took a cup of coffee, thanked me, and told me I looked gorgeous. I was looking around, and I figured he’d finished about half the downstairs floor. I complimented him, admiring the parquetry, and asked if this was the only room he was doing.

  It seemed he was doing the whole house, and when he invited me upstairs to look at his handiwork, I of course said yes. I put down my cup and went up the stairs ahead of him. I hoped he was looking up my short skirt. I’d been waiting tables that summer and my legs were tanned and looking good. And he’d probably notice the fancy panties, too. I made sure to walk slowly.

  Rick had done a simple pattern in the guest room and had completely retiled the bath. His masterpiece, he said, was the birch flooring in the master bedroom… exactly where I wanted to steer him. I moved in close as I exclaimed over his talent. I really meant it, but I also meant that he was gorgeous himself. He admitted he’d hoped we could get better acquainted, and I let him put his big sweaty arms around me and draw me close. He was solid muscle, and I loved the feeling of his day-old whiskers against my face.

  He gave good hugs, and I said I bet he was good at lots of things. He caught my drift and asked what I liked. “Lots of things,” I replied, “but mostly just lots.” I burrowed my face in his sweaty, man-smelling neck and licked his earlobe. When Rick kissed me, I opened my mouth for him, and he put his tongue way in, filling my mouth and pushing my tongue back. His hands were gentle but firm as he began to caress me all over. I lay down and wrapped my legs around his waist, then reached up and started massaging his broad chest as he nuzzled my neck.

  He slid up my halter top, and my lacy bra knocked him out. As I slipped the skirt off, he got a glimpse of my transparent panties, which were just a tiny piece of fabric in front and a thong in back. The crotch was already wet, and I felt myself oozing for him.

  Rick threw off his jeans, and I could see his huge erection in his shorts. When he was finally naked, that big, throbbing cock was ready. The room was hot, and we were both panting and sweating. I love the feeling of slippery skin against slippery skin when I’m making love. I started to take off my bra and panties, but

  Rick told me to leave them on. He said I looked like a pinup.

  He opened my legs with his hands, and then brought his mouth to my cunt. He licked along the edge of the panty crotch, not quite touching my clit, teasing me and making me crazy. I wanted him to touch me and lick me there, so I held the fabric to one side and pulled his head closer. As he sucked and licked my clit, I squirmed and wiggled against the bed. The guy wasn’t just an artist at remodeling. His tongue moved so fast and firmly against my clit that I was close to coming. I wanted to savor the feeling for a while, but I couldn’t. I exploded into shudders and contractions before I knew what was happening. I usually don’t get off that fast, so it was a huge surprise.

  Rick laughed as he surfaced and said I must have needed that. I had, but now I wanted to see what he needed. I grabbed his huge pole and started working my hand along it, then went down on him and sucked the head. He lay back while I enjoyed the saltiness of his precome. The big blue veins of his penis were huge and seemed to lie barely under the skin. I wanted that big, swollen beauty inside my cunt, moving around in me where it would feel so good.

  I asked if he had any party favors, and he reached into a drawer and pulled out a condom, which I rolled onto his big shaft. I loved handling that pulsing piece of meat that I knew would be inside me in half a second. When I had the condom on, I put his whole hard penis in my mouth to wet the rubber so it would slide up me easier.

  I took off my panties, and he slipped his cock into my vagina, filling me up and sending electric sparks through me. Then he began the steady rocking that is the rhythm of the universe. We moved together as if we’d been at it for a lifetime.

  While Rick was pumping my cunt, I reached around his ass and teased his anus by putting my finger just inside the rim. When I did that he shoved his dick into me even farther and moved faster. We were rocking and rolling, sweating and slipping together, and then he suddenly shot his load. He groaned and pumped slower and more deliberately until he let go his last few drops of come. I tightened my vaginal muscles around his dick over and over and milked him until he was done.

  He moved more slowly now, but I was ready to go again. Rick rolled over slightly on one side so that he could put his hand on my clitoris, which was twitching and buzzing with need. While he moved in me, he massaged my clit and I burst into climax in seconds. Suddenly I heard another male voice downstairs. It was his buddy, Frank. I told him to invite the guy up, unless he minded sharing, so Rick yelled back, “Leave your tools, ol’ buddy. I’ve got a really good surprise in store for you.”

  Frank’s jaw dropped when he saw us lying there still locked together. Solemnly, Rick introduced us, and we greeted each other with equal formality. Frank asked politely if there was room for one more, and Rick invited him to join us. He pulled out of me slowly, and I turned my attention to the handsome redhead. I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt as he began to massage my tits. He was naked in mere seconds, and I could see he already had an impressive hard-on just from watching and rubbing my breasts. What fun! Two handsome guys to play with.

  Frank’s cock was as big as Rick’s—and equally hard. I teased the head of his prick and moved over to make room for him. Taking his big shaft in my hands, I rolled it between them before putting it in my mouth. Meanwhile, Rick was rubbing my ass cheeks and nibbling along its curves. Having somebody play with my ass drives me wild, and it made me more enthusiastic to take Frank’s cock all the way down my throat.

  I unraveled a condom over Frank’s dick, and he lay down next to me. I reached back and patted Rick’s hand, saying I’d be back, and I climbed aboard Frank for the ride. He kept his hands on my breasts, squeezing them and rolling the nipples. I thrust my clit against his shaft and felt him go all the way up inside me. I danced on his pole to the music in my head while Rick watched, grabbing his own rigid cock and jerking off.

  I was getting ready to come again and slowed my movements to a steady grind until the contractions swept over me, and I fell forward onto Frank’s chest, letting his cock slide out of me. As I lay there, Rick nudged his cock against my asshole. I backed up onto his penis, helping him get deeper in. He pumped gently and steadily for a few minutes while I rubbed my clit to another explosive climax. In seconds he, too, was groaning and coming hard.

  After a breather for all of us, I told them I’d always had a fantasy of two guys sandwich-fucking me, so Frank bent me over and put his cock in my mouth while Rick plugged my ass again until they both came together. I didn’t think I could come again, but sure enough I did. All three of us were absolutely exhausted. They both hugged me, and I hugged them back, saying brightly, “I’ve got a great idea, guys. How about coming over to my house when you finish here. I have lots of things you could fix up, if you know what I mean.”

  —Ms. M.B., Winston-Salem, North Carolina

  It’s Peaches and Cream With the Brand-New Girl Next Door

  Nearly a year had passed since my transfer, and I was still settling into my new apartment. The complex I live in offers the luxuries of a pool, a jacuzzi, and a fitness room, but the one thing it seemed to be lacking was people my age to meet and socialize with. Everyone seemed to be much older than me or had careers that occupied the majority of their free time. Since I was never a big fan of the club scene, I found it increasingly difficult to meet people, especially women.

  Then, recently, all that changed. The other morning I awoke and opened the blinds of the bay window at the front of my apartment. It was a beautiful day, and the heat felt good across my bare c
hest as I looked down into the parking lot. That’s when I heard it: the sound of metal bouncing over speed bumps, springs squeaking, and the roar of a diesel engine. I knew this sound; it was a moving truck. As the truck pulled up to the steps of my building and two burly men began hauling furniture through the front door, I began to wonder what my new neighbor would be like.

  When I caught a glimpse of the new resident, it turned out to be better than I had hoped. A red Toyota Celica pulled in beside the truck, and a young woman stepped out of the car. She had long wavy brown hair and sunglasses that hid her eyes. She was wearing a black form-fitting dress that stopped just above her knees and a pair of matching pumps that emphasized the muscles in her calves. From my position, I got a good view of her cleavage, and I caught myself staring. Or should I say that she caught me staring when she took off her sunglasses and surveyed the surroundings.

  When she finally noticed me, she put her shades back on, but not all the way. She let them rest on the tip of her nose as she peered over them to look at me with an amused smirk. As she pushed them back up, I realized that I was only wearing boxer shorts, and the blood rushed to my face, as well as my cock. I quickly stepped away from the window.

  I decided that I would introduce myself that evening. I put on a pair of jeans with a dress shirt and loafers and picked up a bottle of fine blush wine as a housewarming gift. Not wanting to seem presumptuous, I left the wine-glasses at home. I went to knock on her door.

  Time seemed to slow to a complete halt as the door opened, and I couldn’t believe what I saw standing there. My new neighbor was now wearing an oversize jersey and a pair of jean shorts that could barely be seen under the shirt’s hem. She smiled at me and then looked at the bottle of wine, saying, “Oh, for me? You shouldn’t have.” Her eyes were a magnificent jade, and they seemed to shimmer and dance as she took the bottle from my hand.