Letters to Penthouse XXXIX

by Letters to Penthouse XXXIX- Hot, Horny

  He began pumping into my cunt harder and harder with each and every thrust of his dick until I started to pant and moan. I’m not sure how long we were actually fucking, but it seemed like mere seconds before we were both almost at the point of climax. But we must have been fucking for a while, because the sun was starting to peek through the blinds when our climaxes finally came. We both hit a fever pitch of excitement with a simultaneous orgasm that I thought might never end.

  My pussy spasmed around Brian’s pulsating shaft as he pumped his cream deep inside me. Then finally, his body went still. I, on the other hand, was still having one of the best orgasms ever, and it seemed to go on and on and on without coming to a stop.

  After a few more minutes, however, I decided that I’d finally had enough and relaxed. We fell asleep like that, right there on the floor, with him still buried inside my slick tunnel, wet with sweat and completely exhausted. Since then Brian and I spend almost every night together, and when I’m woken out of a deep sleep, I know exactly who it’s going to be and what I’m being woken for.

  —Ms. R.P., Glens Falls, New York

  Couple’s Sex Life Improves Dramatically When Fun-Loving Gal Moves In Next Door

  My wife, Nancy, and I have been married for a very comfortable ten years, and we love each other deeply, but some of the spark in our love life had fizzled out. Our eyes began to wander in search of someone who could put that old fire back in our sex life.

  Cassie had just moved in next door. She was tall and good-looking, with a great body, a short, tousled hairdo, a firm ass, and big breasts. Even from a distance you could tell she was hot.

  Nancy made the first move, going over to introduce herself. It turned out they were both into aerobics and had other things in common, and Nancy volunteered me to help with some of Cassie’s heavier unpacking and furniture arranging. Her moving boxes were all neatly labeled: Tapes/Living Room, Dishes/Kitchen, Toys/Bedroom. That last one piqued my curiosity, but I put it out of my mind when I saw her wide-screen TV. What a way to watch the Super Bowl!

  Well, I seemed to be doing most of the work while the girls chatted. They were obviously going to be great friends. I came downstairs and saw Nancy running her hand through Cassie’s hair, saying she’d love to get hers cut short but was afraid she’d look like a lesbian. Cassie laughed and said she knew plenty of long-haired women who loved to eat pussy, and that a haircut was no indication of anything. Nancy looked at her with a grin and said archly, “Oh, really?”

  Cassie admitted that she liked women, but she also had a “sweet tooth” for handsome men and couldn’t stay away from them long. Just then she looked up, saw me, and gave me a big grin. “You’re lucky, Nancy, to have a big guy with a hard cock at your beck and call.”

  I collected a cold beer and joined them. Their conversation seemed to be fixed on sex, which was fine with me. Soon both women were talking about men, with Cassie asking how I would feel kissing my wife if she had a mouthful of come, and if I had ever fucked her in the ass. I was somewhat taken aback when Cassie asked if I’d ever thought about having Nancy fuck my ass.

  Both women began to tease me about being too up-tight to handle a real woman, and that got me laughing, because I had always thought Nancy was the inhibited one of our twosome. Cassie obviously had her loosened up and ready to fly, so I decided to go along with whatever the two of them cooked up. I figured it might turn out even better than my fantasies.

  With my cock as hard as a rock, Nancy announced to my delight that Cassie had invited us to stay the night, since, as she put it, her new king-size bed needed breaking in. I let myself be led upstairs to the bedroom.

  Once there, Cassie and I began to undress Nancy. It was obvious our new neighbor was enjoying my wife’s firm body, with her small breasts and lively nipples already hard and eager. Nancy’s legs opened, and I could tell her pussy was moist as Nancy bent to slip off her panties. Then it was Nancy’s turn to disrobe Cassie, and we saw her bountiful breasts in all their glory for the first time. Her pussy was clean-shaven, which was a big turn-on, and my hand crept toward my cock.

  Cassie turned to me and told me to get undressed and follow orders. Something in her voice made me obey instantly, as I did when she told me I had permission to jerk off, but that I’d better not come yet. That was easier said than done, because the two women were in each other’s arms and kissing deeply.

  They moved to the big bed and lay down, Cassie’s blonde head between my wife’s legs. I felt like I was dreaming, but my cock was throbbing in my hand. Cassie’s talented tongue was making Nancy moan and grind her hips up into our new neighbor’s face. Cassie raised her head for me to kiss her, her mouth fragrant with Nancy’s juices, and she reached down to play with my cock. My wife smiled at me as I said, “At your service, ladies.”

  Cassie pulled me down beside them and began to suck on my cock, grabbing my balls and squeezing slightly. Then she reversed her position and sat on my face, her shaved pussy over my mouth. My tongue explored this new phenomenon, darting in and out as deeply as it could. Nancy began to rub my cock, and in seconds I exploded, gobs of come flying into the air. Nancy licked me clean and gave my member no chance to subside at all.

  Cassie moved down and rubbed her pussy lips all over my cock, telling me this was only a sample of what could be mine if I obeyed her commands. She kissed me and let me slide up into her liquid fire. I rolled her over and Nancy straddled her face as I pumped into her cunt. Nancy rubbed her nipples and breathed hard, crying out as she came again and again. As I neared my own climax, Cassie’s fingers found my asshole and plunged in, making me come in torrents.

  I rolled away, exhausted, but my wife dove down and began to lick my come from her friend’s pussy, then reached over to kiss me, giving me a taste of my come along with the musky scent of pussy. My heart raced as we three lay hugging each other.

  Cassie told me this was only the beginning and led us both into the shower. Asking me if I liked shaved pussy, she told me to watch as she shaved Nancy’s. I got harder than ever from watching them. When we returned to bed, Cassie brought out her toy box, which included a strap-on dildo. Nancy was already rubbing her pussy in anticipation. The women sat me down in a chair and tied me to it.

  Cassie then tied Nancy spread-eagled to the bedposts and proceeded to plow my wife’s newly shaved pussy with that big rubber cock. My dick was throbbing as I watched, but my hands were tied so I couldn’t jerk off. Nancy came and came again, and then Cassie abandoned the harness and sat on her face, urging my wife to bring her off, which she did in record time.

  Cassie wasn’t through yet. She untied Nancy and got her to kneel and suck my cock while she readied her next plan. All three of us lay on the bed, with Cassie once again wearing the strap-on. She taunted me and egged me on, saying it was time I used my cock to fuck my wife’s pretty little ass, and I heartily agreed. I came quickly, and the next thing I knew Nancy had rolled out from under me, and the two girls were tying me down with Nancy stuffing a pair of panties in my mouth.

  They took turns spanking my ass. It stung but I liked it, and soon my cock was hard yet again; I was wholeheartedly into their game. Nancy was mesmerizing me by rubbing my ass and spreading my cheeks, but a cold dollop of lubricant jerked me back to reality. Cassie was actually going to fuck my virgin ass with her strap-on! I had no more than a second to wonder what it would be like before I felt my anus invaded by what seemed like a guided missile. She fucked me unmercifully, but the initial shock turned quickly to a burning pleasure that ultimately had me coming like crazy.

  They untied me and we lay together, the girls teasing me that it was a good thing the washer and dryer had already been installed, because I’d made it necessary to change the sheets. Naturally, I was the one who had to do it, but I didn’t mind, because I knew in my gut that this was the beginning of the perfect erotic arrangement.

  —Mr. G.W., Newark, New Jersey

  “Smoking Buddies” Light Up the Night With Their Passi
on

  It was her voice I heard first—soft, feminine, slightly bewitching—as I stepped into the hallway for my nightly cigarette. I’d been living alone for about ten years, but my habit of not smoking in the apartment remained with me from my days of being married to Margaret.

  The divorce suited both of us, luckily enough, and I can’t say I minded being a forty-eight-year-old bachelor living in a cozy two-bedroom apartment with my mutt, Moses. But back to that voice. It soothed me somewhere deep inside, like honey poured real slow into a steaming cup of tea. I knew all my neighbors in the brownstone, whether I wanted to or not: She was brand-new.

  I peeked around the corner and was treated to a flash of hair as she closed the door behind her. I leaned against the wall to enjoy my cigarette, wondering when I’d make the acquaintance of the new blonde in apartment 6B.

  I didn’t have to wait long. Lauren and I soon became fast friends—smoking buddies, she’d say—because both of us were on the same nightly ritual. We’d share a cigarette or two on the hallway windowsill, comparing our days, our childhood stories, whatever small talk we could conjure up in the swirl of smoke.

  Sure, I was hot for her, as any red-blooded male would be. She certainly was a pretty young thing, with straight blonde hair and fair skin, blue eyes with a hint of mischief, and the cute body of a cheerleader. But she also had a mind to admire, often talking to me about her graduate studies at Harvard, which is what brought her to Boston in the first place.

  Lauren was a perfect package, a rare woman who simply seemed to have it all. But I remained her platonic friend for months, assuming that our twenty-year age difference would be a real turn-off for her. I didn’t want to louse up the friendship—I really didn’t. So when she came knocking on my door late one night, believe me, the last thing I had in mind was sex.

  “Davis, it’s me, Lauren,” her voice echoed through the door. “I really need to talk to someone.” I ushered her in right away, suddenly aware that she’d never actually been inside my bachelor digs. I was relieved it was fairly tidy and not too outdated in the furniture department. I offered her a soda, which she accepted, and we settled onto the couch.

  That’s when she broke into tears of the big alligator variety, and it simply unhinged me. Nothing gets to me quicker than a woman crying. I reached over to give her a hug, and she folded herself into my arms and really started to sob. Man, oh, man! I couldn’t make out the sniffly words she was speaking, but they were something about a breakup with Tim, Tom, Dan, some name or another, and I kept hugging her, trying to soothe her as best I could.

  When she finally calmed down a bit, she told me her boyfriend from back home in North Carolina, tired of the distance between them, had just called her on the phone to end the relationship. Seems he was more of the marriage mindset than Lauren, who at twenty-eight felt she still had all the time in the world.

  “Well, that’s one stupid guy,” I said, really meaning my words. “Lauren, if he’s foolish enough to lose you, there you have a man not worth his salt. And certainly not your salt,” I added, wiping the remaining tears off her smooth cheeks. She came over a lot after that night, just to talk, watch some television, order Chinese takeout, or ease the loneliness she felt living in a new city.

  I enjoyed her company, as well. I’d gotten very used to being alone, not including Moses, of course, who also grew accustomed to greeting her at the door with a wag of his tail instead of his short, throaty barks. When she asked me over for dinner at her place one night, for a “home-cooked meal,” as she called it, I gladly accepted, rummaging around for a bottle of wine to bring.

  I knew something was different the moment I walked through the door. Soft jazz played on the stereo, and scented candles were placed throughout the living room. She wore a long black velvet dress, and her blonde hair was swept back off her pretty face.

  “You are a sight to behold, my dear,” I gestured, holding the wine out as an offering. “But whatever is the occasion?”

  She walked straight toward me and, like a scene out of a movie, planted a kiss on me that practically floored me. I hesitated a moment before kissing her back, finally taking in her scent, her silky hair, her rosy skin. We kissed for what seemed an eternity, right there in the dining room, until I smelled something burning.

  “Oh, my goodness, the lasagna,” she exclaimed, running into the kitchen to throw open the oven door. “It’s ruined,” she sighed, turning to me with a look of pure exasperation. “I wanted to make you a special dinner. I wanted to have a wonderful night with you, Davis.”

  I took her in my arms again and whispered into her ear, “It’s already a wonderful night, Lauren.” I kissed her again, this time our passion mounting quickly, and she led me into her small bedroom. She slowly undressed in front of the window, the moonlight highlighting her gentle curves and graceful movements.

  My cock throbbed in my pants, and I removed them while never taking my eyes off her. I hastily took off my shirt, throwing it over the edge of a chair. We fell into each other’s embrace, our skin touching for the first time. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other, our hands and our mouths roaming freely over the planes of our bodies.

  I kissed every inch of her, enjoying the tender skin of her neck, her rib cage, the soles of her feet. When I moved my mouth to her inner thighs, she moaned in approval, arching her back to meet my face. I felt the heat of her sex practically breathe against my lips even before I touched her. I kissed her pussy slowly, over and over, before running my tongue over her labia and clit. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders, and I felt them tremble as I took her clit between my lips and held it there firmly, using my tongue to tease the very tip.

  Slowly sliding a finger into her, I felt her clench around me as she came from my mouth’s attention. I pleasured her some more, never wanting to leave the juncture between her legs. She moaned my name and pulled me onto her, whispering, “Please make love to me, Davis, please. I need you inside me.”

  It had been a while since I’d been with a woman, to be honest, so I hoped I’d be up to snuff with her. I kissed her breasts, her ears, her hair, hovering over her so I could watch her face. She used her legs to pull me closer as I prepared to enter her. I felt her wetness with my cockhead, holding myself there for a moment to enjoy the anticipation.

  She raised her pelvis to take me inside, and slowly I pushed my hips so my cock could slide into her. She let out a gasp of pleasure when she felt me enter her, throwing her head to the side as she tried to force me in deeper. But I wanted to take my time, getting to know her inch by inch as her velvety wetness enclosed my rock-hard shaft. With a determined thrust I was deep inside her, feeling my balls nestled against her skin. I reached down to feel her clitoris, which was snug against my pubic bone.

  I began to ride into her smoothly, holding her tight in my arms as I kissed her tenderly, wanting to build into a rhythm that would please her most. She moved her hips underneath me, upward and in sexy circles, letting my cock pleasure her inside and out. I kept my strokes deep, giving her clit as much contact as possible, at times feeling the limits of her pussy with my sizable cock.

  She moaned in pleasure as I pushed into her deeply, delivering short strokes that pounded her sex. She came with a sexy moan, biting my shoulder as her climax overwhelmed her. I paused to let the waves pass, and then increased the tempo of my thrusts to see if she’d come that way, too. I wanted her to have the night of a lifetime, and I thanked my cock for holding out and allowing me to pleasure her before I gave in to my own release. My balls slapped against her as I fucked her fast, our breath mingling together from the exertion and the sweat from my body mixing with the sheen of hers.

  With a strong motion of my thighs, I spread hers even wider, letting her have it deeper than I’m sure she’d ever had. The look on her face was one of pure rapture, and that’s what did it for me. I came so long and hard that my cock felt like a missile exploding into her, each spasm through my shaft feeling like a separa
te orgasm. It was so intense that I’ll never forget it.

  Afterward we lay in bed under that same moonlight, her blonde hair nearly white. She reached for her pack of cigarettes and said, “Baby, let’s stay right here to smoke this one.”

  —Mr. D.M., Cambridge, Massachusetts

  What Better Way to Relax Than in a Hot Bath With a Hot New Neighbor

  I was having a bad day at work, and all I wanted to do was go home, relax, and check out the new guy who had moved into my apartment building. I had been watching him ever since he moved in a few weeks before. Every time we passed in the hallway I wanted to say something to him, but the only thing I could do was mumble a quick “hello” as I walked by. But in my fantasies, I asked him to take me to bed, and we had mad, passionate sex for the rest of the night. I masturbated to that thought fairly often, but I never imagined that it would ever become a reality. I guess sometimes dreams really do come true.

  When I pulled up at my building and parked my car, the sun was just beginning to set, and I sat there watching it for a moment as I thought some more about fucking my neighbor. Soon, all the sexy thoughts that I’d been having started getting to me. God, how I missed having a warm body lying in bed next to me! I thought about my ex, Glenn, and the way he would move up behind me and press his dick against my ass when he wanted to fuck, and the way he touched my skin so gently. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my hot new neighbor again. A shiver ran through me as I checked out his amazing body, curly black hair, and dimpled chin. Man, do I ever need to get laid! I thought to myself as I opened the door, got out of the car, and walked across the parking lot.

  I began undressing as soon as I stepped into my apartment. After unhooking my bra and dropping it to the floor, I cupped my breasts in my hands and caressed them just enough to make my nipples hard, which sent another shiver through my body. It felt great to walk around naked; I felt like I could finally breathe again. Then I decided to take a cool bath because I felt really sticky from being in the heat. As I walked to my bathroom, I heard my neighbor talking to someone right outside my door, probably on his way to his apartment. His companion called him Timothy, so now I knew his name. Good.