Letters to Penthouse XXXIX

by Letters to Penthouse XXXIX- Hot, Horny

  I leaned down and breathed against her neck, making her moan again. I continued to rub her back while nuzzling her neck, and then moved over to her earlobe. When my lips and tongue stroked her lobe, she went wild, and I pushed against her more heavily, pinning her beneath me. Laughter and whispers rippled around us, but I was focused only on Eliza’s pleasure. “What do you say we head upstairs and continue this?” I asked, my lips touching her ear as I spoke. She moaned her agreement, so I stood and helped her get up.

  Since Candy and Ken seemed to be almost at the same stage of needing to be naked as we were, I tilted my head to indicate to my wife that we were heading upstairs, then fondled Eliza’s ass as I led her into the master bedroom. Even though I’d never done anything like this before, I’d fantasized about being in precisely such a situation, with amorous couples all around me trying out new partners, so I felt totally comfortable. Plus, Eliza and I had such powerful chemistry between us, I would’ve had trouble not touching her.

  We reached our hosts’ large bed and promptly picked up where we’d left off. This time, I eased Eliza’s little black shorts down over her luscious ass, admiring the view as her rear curves were unveiled. I took out my cock and teased her by tapping it against her ass, then rubbing the head along the outline of her pussy lips. “Inside,” she rasped. One word was all she needed to tell me how eager she was for me to fuck her. As I plunged my cock into her wet depths, I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs, and suddenly we had an audience who weren’t shy about joining us. I glanced up briefly from the view of my dick sliding into Eliza’s pussy to see not only Candy and Ken, but Bob and Helen as well.

  Helen motioned for me to keep right on fucking her friend. “Don’t mind us, we figured we’d bring part of the party up here,” she said, stripping off her one-piece to reveal her lush, naked body. Then, she went right over to Ken and Candy and pulled them onto the bed—and on top of her. I was starting to see why Bob and Helen had such a humongous mattress—for two people, it was gargantuan, but for six, it was just right. Beneath me, Eliza was moaning as I slammed my cock in and out of her, pulling her hips closer to meet me. To my side, Candy and Helen were kissing lustily while Ken’s fingers probed each of their pussies. That only left Bob, and his erection was tenting the front of his boxers. I leaned down and whispered in Eliza’s ear, “I think you want three cocks in one night, don’t you, you dirty girl?” The words seemed to trip off my tongue, and I felt rather than heard her reaction as her aroused pussy gripped me tightly. “That’s right. I bet you’d let every guy here taste your wet cunt, wouldn’t you?” With that, I slid my cock out, motioning for Bob to take my place.

  Eliza moaned in agreement, clearly needing to continue getting fucked, while I went around and slipped my cock into her open mouth as Bob slammed his dick into her. Meanwhile, the threesome next to us inched closer so we were all touching, and I reached over to run my fingers through my wife’s hair as Ken proved to be ambidextrous, getting both women off at once. Watching his fast-moving fingers while feeling Eliza’s lips wrapped tightly around me felt incredible. The sounds and sights in this room alone were enough to make me spurt, and as Bob fucked Eliza more and more fiercely, her mouth went into overdrive, suctioning my dick and swallowing my entire length. I clamped my hand around Candy’s tresses, tugging slightly as my climax overtook me. Soon, I was shooting into Eliza’s mouth, letting out a groan as my evening’s pleasure culminated. As my trusty little cock-sucker Eliza dutifully drank down every drop, I put my free hand on the back of her head to urge her on, feeling her tremble as Bob made her come with his cock before pulling out and spurting all over her back. With one hand on each woman, I felt like a true stud.

  We all collapsed into a heap and watched as the other women came within a few moments of each other, gushing onto the talented Ken’s hands. Then all three women roused themselves and ganged up on Ken, with Eliza planting her pussy on top of his eager tongue as Helen and Candy began slurping at his cock and balls. This triple girl action made Ken practically explode in no time, and when Candy put her pretty lips around Ken’s cock as Helen tongued his balls, he spurted, his come rising up and splashing Candy’s lips.

  I smiled at the idea of Candy and I having a wild reputation among this group of naughty neighbors. I looked over at her and winked, already looking forward to the next party.

  —Mr. E.S., Atlanta, Georgia

  House Sitter Enjoys Spectacular View From the Terrace

  I’ll admit it. I wasn’t exactly overjoyed when my best friend, Vinnie, asked if I would watch his apartment for a week while he and his fiancée vacationed in Rome. This, of course, included picking up the mail, feeding his fish, and walking his Labrador retriever. But it was hard to come up with a reason why I couldn’t help him out. I had just been downsized by my company, which meant I had plenty of free time—and I did owe him one.

  “You’ll come by, stay for a while, make sure all is well, and then take off,” Vinnie said, trying to downplay the inconvenience to me. “And help yourself to whatever. There’s food in the fridge and booze in the bar.”

  Vinnie’s building was brand-new, towering over everything else in the neighborhood, and he had been the first tenant to take possession of his apartment. In fact, he was still the only tenant on the top floor. I hadn’t yet seen the place, so unlocking the door and stepping inside made me feel kind of funny. But as I walked around, peeking into this room and that, checking out the furniture, I began to relax and even feel comfortable. Vinnie, with help no doubt from Teri, his fiancée, had furnished the one-bedroom apartment beautifully, and what appealed to me especially was the giant-size TV screen in the living room. This, I thought, as I moved around the apartment, is not going to be so bad after all.

  That first day, after walking Laddie, feeding the fish, and picking up the mail, I lounged around Vinnie’s neat apartment. Actually, I was in no hurry to get back to my drab downtown abode. Around seven, I raided Vinnie’s well-stocked refrigerator, taking two giant sandwiches and a beer out to the terrace. I settled into a lounge chair, thinking that I had to get myself a place like this as soon as I rejoined the workforce.

  The sandwiches and beer put me in an even lazier mood, and just thinking about hauling myself up out of the comfortable lounge chair was an effort. Luckily for me, I didn’t move off the terrace. Otherwise I would have missed her.

  From where I sat on the terrace, I had a nice view of the much smaller, older apartments across the street. More correctly, I had a nice view of the apartment rooftop, and that’s where I saw her—a long-haired blonde in a skimpy bikini, toting what appeared to be a paperback book. As I watched, she settled into one of several lounge chairs on the roof. The word “binoculars” popped into my head almost immediately.

  I was back the next day, around noon, and after fulfilling my obligations, I went out onto the terrace, binoculars in hand. The glasses gave me a great view of the rooftop across the way; now all I needed was the blonde to show up. And she did, around seven that evening, once again settling into a lounge chair. She had on the same bikini.

  Fixing the binocs on her, I figured that this might be her evening routine; she comes home from work, grabs a bite to eat, then changes into her bikini for a relaxing hour or so on the roof with her paperback.

  From my vantage point on Vinnie’s terrace, I was able to look down at the blonde in relative comfort. She was a true long-legged beauty, with full breasts that appeared ready to spill right out of the skimpy top of her bikini. I would have been content to simply gaze upon her from time to time as I relaxed on Vinnie’s terrace, but my viewing pleasure was enhanced tenfold when, to my amazement, she started touching herself.

  What in God’s name was she doing? Was she crazy, playing with herself in broad twilight? Didn’t she know that anyone on the top floors of the new building across the street (like me) could look down at her? But wait. Perhaps she was assuming that no one had moved in yet and therefore she was safe. Who knew? In any event,
this was one bold lady.

  I watched her through my binoculars as she continued playing with herself, one hand slipping into the bikini and scooping out a perfect melon of flesh. The other hand strayed down to her crotch, snaking into her bikini bottoms to make a bulge there as she stroked her pussy. Damn! I couldn’t believe my eyes!

  In no time, my cock was swollen and pushing hard against the front of my shorts, making a bulge of another kind. I took a quick look around, then unzipped and hauled out my ever-ready cock. As I was a number of floors above the brazen blonde beauty, I doubted that she would see me even were she to look up in my direction. And no one else, except perhaps a helicopter pilot, could either.

  “Thank you, Vinnie, thank you,” I said softly as I continued to watch the sexy action on the rooftop across the way. With my free hand, I stroked my pulsing erection while the other held the binoculars steady. The high-powered field glasses enabled me to study the expression of pleasure on the woman’s beautiful face. I guessed she wasn’t too far away from climax by the way she was squirming in her chair, with her head lolling from side to side.

  Now she pushed her bikini bra up and off her magnificent breasts, exposing those mouthwatering melons to the cool evening air. And then, wriggling and arching her hips like a belly dancer, she worked the bottom half down to her knees. Damn, this was getting better and better.

  A few minutes later, she rolled over in her chaise, drawing her knees up under her with her face pressed against the backrest. Her position was delightfully obscene, and I told myself that was how she liked it, doggy-style, with a guy slamming into her from behind. She was going to come like this, pretending that a guy, her boyfriend, perhaps, was plowing her pussy. It made sense to me, at least at that particular moment when it was difficult to think straight with my cock on the verge of a major eruption.

  “Come, baby, come,” I said, sitting a bit straighter in the terrace chair as I continued feasting on the outrageous scene below. The blonde had snaked a hand back between her legs and was working her pussy furiously and—yes, I was sure of it—occasionally fingering her asshole. She probably loved it up the ass, I told myself, which almost started me coming right then and there.

  I couldn’t be sure, of course, but when she suddenly reached up to grasp the top of the chaise, I figured she was coming. And that was my cue, as it were. I came with a rush of pleasure that had me stiffening in my chair and struggling to keep the binoculars focused on the blonde. For a moment there everything went blurry, but when I could see straight again I realized that she had, indeed, come. She was on her back again, eyes closed, her body limp. A contented smile bathed her beautiful face.

  Not much later, she got up and went to the rooftop door, and then she was gone. With the aid of the binoculars, I saw that she used a key to open the door, which answered the question of how she could masturbate on the rooftop without worrying about another tenant surprising her. But how did she get the key? I doubted that each tenant in her building had a key that led to the roof. Hey, perhaps she was the super’s wife. Could be.

  I had fun wondering about all this until the next time I returned to Vinnie’s apartment, and then all I wanted to do was catch my blonde in the act again. And I did. In fact, she appeared on that roof every night but one during the week I was watching Vinnie’s place, masturbating to orgasm each time with me playing along with her. I kept hoping she’d bring a guy with her so I could watch her suck and fuck, but that didn’t happen. On two occasions, though, she brought along dildos, and I got to see her get off with one in her cunt and the other sticking out of her bottom.

  I was home thinking about her when Vinnie called to thank me for helping him out. I was tempted to tell him about the bold blonde beauty, but I kept my mouth shut. I wasn’t about to cause any trouble between him and Teri. I did, however, say that any time he needed me to watch his apartment he should call. In fact, I made him promise to.

  —Name and address withheld

  The Night My Neighbor Became My Lover

  Late one night last month, I was awoken by a gentle tapping sound at my bedroom window. Since I live alone, this piqued my curiosity, and I decided to check it out. I crept from my cozy spot in bed to peek through the blinds and see what was out there. To my surprise, it was Brian, a friend of mine who lives in the neighborhood.

  Brian had been out late at a party, and when he got home, he discovered that he’d left his keys on the kitchen table and was now locked out. His roommate was staying at his girlfriend’s house that evening, so he wouldn’t be able to let him in until the following day. Brian needed a place to crash, so I offered him my couch and then motioned him to my front door, where I let him in. We sat and talked for a little while, and then eventually I retired to my bed. He turned off the light and stretched out on the couch, so I figured he was going to go to sleep, too.

  A little while later, I woke up again and thought I heard a noise coming from the living room. I figured it was Brian, but I wanted to make sure and see if he needed anything. When I got up and opened the bedroom door, I spied a shadow on the living room wall; apparently, Brian was still awake. Since I was awake, too, I thought I’d join him on the couch, but when I saw exactly what he was doing, I stopped dead in my tracks.

  Brian was sitting there with his head leaning back against the cushions in a way that could only mean one thing—or so I figured. Slowly, I crept out into the hallway to take a closer look. I was right; there he was in my living room, holding his hard cock in his hand. He was stroking it with a fury, moaning as his fist flew up and down the thick shaft. I moved a little closer to him, not making a sound because I didn’t want him to know that I was there to see what he was doing. I didn’t want him to stop—watching him masturbate was really turning me on! Being careful to stay out of sight, I watched closely as he jerked himself off, and at some point he started to pant, and his moans got even louder.

  By that point I was so aroused that I couldn’t help myself any longer. That isn’t really surprising, because although we had never hooked up, I had always thought Brian was really hot, and I really wanted to see what he would be like in bed. He has dark, wavy hair that he wears slicked back with gel, a nice smile, and a firm, muscular body. There was always a lot of flirting when we hung out, so I figured that he was attracted to me, too. I usually wore miniskirts that showed off my firm ass and shapely legs that are the result of many hours spent at the gym. I also wear tight tops that accentuate my breasts; although they’re on the small side, they’re high and firm. I’d seen him checking me out once or twice, so I didn’t think I was too off-base in thinking that he liked me.

  Anyway, as Brian pumped his cock, I slowly sank to the floor. Then I pushed my panties to the side and started playing with myself as well. My pussy was wet and ready, and my fingers sank right in, going deep. Soon we were moaning in sync, though I tried to remain as quiet as possible so as not to attract his attention. Then we both looked up and stared at each other, though I was so wrapped up in what I was doing, it’s possible that he could have been looking at me for a while.

  We stayed like that for long, quiet minutes until finally, Brian got up from the couch where he’d been sitting and came over to the spot where I was on the floor. He knelt and placed his fingers over mine, right on top of my pussy. His hand was slightly damp from what he had been doing, probably from his precome, and then he moved my fingers away so that he could get more direct contact with my cunt. He starting rubbing me, just as I’d been doing to myself only a little while earlier, and his touch was soft and gentle. Then he stopped for a moment to spread my legs wider apart.

  Without saying a word, Brian mounted me in a 69 position. He lowered his face to my pussy as I took his big, hard cock into my mouth. We began exploring every inch of each other’s most private parts with our tongues, and I could feel the arousal building inside me as he licked, sucked, and flicked at my clit. His shaft throbbed in my mouth, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. My own org
asm was close, too, so I decided to let go and explode. The vibrations caused by my moans reverberated around Brian’s aroused dick and triggered his climax, and he sent a hot stream of thick, white cream cascading down my throat.

  After that, neither of us was able to move for a couple of minutes. We finally broke apart and then we lay side by side on the floor, recouping from what we’d just done. I placed my hand on his thigh and slowly moved it up to his flaccid cock. I could see it twitch as my fingers got closer, attempting to come back to life. I began stroking Brian’s dick, running my fingertips up and down before gripping the shaft more tightly and giving it a few good, hard pumps. It wasn’t long before he was once again fully erect, and then I rolled him over onto his back and straddled his waist. Moving ever so slowly, I lowered myself down on his hardened cock and filled my slippery pussy with each and every inch of his throbbing length.

  Once I had slid all the way down so that my ass was resting against Brian’s balls, I started riding him. Up and down I went, moving my cunt slowly over his shaft until I reached the very tip, and then back down again until his balls were squashed beneath my ass. Meanwhile, he craned his head so that he could get one of my breasts into his mouth and suck my nipple. It all felt absolutely amazing.

  After a few minutes of this slow and steady bucking, Brian grabbed me by my hips and invited me to ride him a little rougher and faster. Since a hard, fast fuck sounded good to me, I obliged him and began really bouncing up and down on his stiff cock. At this point, he moved up so that he was almost in a sitting position and my legs were wrapped tightly behind his back. Then he laid me back, effectively changing our positions without ever dislodging his cock from the tight clasp of my pussy. Now Brian took the lead.