Letters to Penthouse XXXXV

by Penthouse International

  It was time for Troy to return the favor I’d just paid him, so I abandoned his cock and moved up to straddle his head. When my thighs were next to each of his ears and my weeping sex was over his mouth, he raised his head and extended his tongue in search of my cunt. Although that was exactly what I wanted, I stayed just out of reach, continuing the teasing for another minute or so. Since he couldn’t get a taste, Troy settled for my smell, inhaling my heady scent with deep, irregular breaths.

  Though taunting Troy was fun, having my pussy within licking distance of his tongue was too great a temptation to resist for very long. When I was no longer able to hold back, I inched down until I was sitting on his face. With my ass resting on his chin, he began a thorough swabbing of my cunt, swiping up one side of my slit and back down the other, making sure to cover every inch of my labia, both the inner and the outer. He licked me so good that I had to grasp the headboard to keep my position, my hands somewhat close to his, and I imagined how it would feel to be in the position my husband was in now. My body trembled at that thought, or maybe it was the way his tongue tickled my clit that made me shake. Either way, I resolved that next time I would be the one spread-eagled and bound.

  At the moment, however, I loved being in charge too much to relinquish control. Maybe that was why I next did something that surprised us both. Even though I was dying to reach orgasm—and wasn’t very far from doing so—I lifted my pussy from his lips and climbed down off his face. He looked surprised that I would do that, and I had to admit, I was a little surprised myself. I could have sat there for hours with Troy’s tongue buried deep in my cunt, but I wanted to feel his cock inside me when I came, and was too close not to stop.

  Still straddling Troy’s recumbent torso, I scooted downward until my pussy hovered over his dick. Then I shifted a bit so that only the crown was lodged between my nether lips and stopped to let the tension mount. Troy started squirming first, obviously wanting greater contact than I—or his bonds—would allow. But I still paused, enjoying the feel of the hot, pulsing flesh between my labia, as well as the power I held over him.

  The juices from my pussy dripped down Troy’s stiff cock, making him good and wet for when I finally slid onto him. My clit twitched in anticipation, ready to glide along his length, but I made myself wait. A shudder ran through my body, feeling almost like a miniorgasm, and Troy must have felt it, too, because he groaned loudly and thrust upward in a desperate attempt to bury himself inside my cunt. Once again, I moved away before he could insert more than another half-inch, and then, as if to punish him for this transgression, I moved entirely out of his reach.

  I stretched out on the bed beside my husband, spread my legs wide, brought my hand to my pussy and began to masturbate. My fingers flew over my sensitive flesh, rubbing circles over my clitoris and finding their way into my hole. Troy stared at me as I fucked myself, and his fingers—well out of reach—aped my movements in the air. “Please, let me,” he begged as he watched me see to my own needs, but to show him that I was fine on my own, I ignored his pleas and kept stroking myself until I came.

  My husband looked on helplessly as the waves of pleasure flowed throughout my body. I had two fingers of one hand sunk deep in my cunt while the other hand tapped my hard little button. As I brought myself to a second peak, I thought about being in Troy’s position, and suddenly, my fingers would no longer do. I needed some hard cock, and I needed it right away.

  When I resumed my place over Troy’s erection, the look of relief on his face was immediate and unmistakable. I reproduced my earlier position: on my hands and knees straddling his waist, his fleshy knob lodged between my pussy lips. However, when the tip began making its way into my hole this time, instead of prohibiting him, I helped by inching slowly down his length. His ass rose up off the mattress as he guided his dick into me, and I could feel his shaft swell with a fresh surge of passion. Even though I was barely past my last orgasm, I could feel a new one starting to build, so I crashed down onto my husband until my ass rested on his balls and he was prodding me deep inside.

  I moved up and down on Troy’s cock, my hands gripping his shoulders in an attempt to maintain my balance. Lowering my head, I pressed my mouth to his, our lips mashing as our tongues tangled together. I soon reached another climax, my muscles closing in tightly around his shaft as I cried out my release. My body went limp as I came, and he soon followed. I crashed down onto him one last time as he filled me with his cream, and then he also relaxed, his cock staying hard for another minute before sliding out of my pussy’s hold.

  I embraced Troy for a moment, and when I realized that he wasn’t hugging me back, I remembered that he was still tied up. I reached up and unbound his hands and then did the same to his feet. When he was able to take me into his arms, he told me how much fun he’d had and that he couldn’t wait to do it again. “Me, too,” I murmured and placed a kiss on his sweaty cheek, wondering how he’d feel when I handed him a bunch of my old stockings and told him that it was his turn to be in control.

  —Ms. Miriam N., Scranton, Pennsylvania

  Lesbian Couple Gets a Special Thrill When They Hook Up with Kinky Carla

  My girlfriend, Heather, is one of those knockout babes who everyone wants to fuck. She’s bisexual, but—sorry to you male readers out there—she tends to prefer women. Though she’s been known to make out with guys at bars, teasing them until their dicks are hard, and then rush into my arms. Usually, the two of us are more than enough to satisfy one another, but sometimes, when we find a hot girl who we both are attracted to, we take her home for some threesome fun.

  Just last weekend, we met Carla. Both Heather and I are pretty slim, with B-cup breasts, brown hair (hers wavy, mine straight), and brown eyes. We don’t look exactly alike, but sometimes we get asked if we’re related, and then we giggle and make out. Carla, however, was tall, statuesque, and a redhead, with the accompanying freckles. She also had massive breasts and a beautiful face. We met her at a party and chatted over drinks, both of us admiring her gold glittery eye shadow and luscious, shiny lips. She started dancing by herself, twirling so her hair spun out around her, and then she winked at us. We turned to each other excitedly. “Shall we try to pick her up?” Heather asked me, pulling me close for a kiss. One of the things I love most about Heather is that even when she finds another girl who makes her horny, she makes sure to show me how much she wants me, too.

  We wound up making out while Carla danced, and at one point I looked up, my lips wet with Heather’s saliva, and saw Carla staring unabashedly at us. Without thinking, I curled my finger toward her in a come-hither motion, and Carla slinked across the room toward us. Our new friend put one arm around each of us and pulled me close for a series of hot kisses. And just like that, the three of us were making out. While Carla and my girlfriend shared a passionate embrace, I lifted Carla’s hair and planted kisses along her neckline, inhaling her sweet scent. Being so close to the two of them was making my pussy drip with excitement, and we moved over to an empty couch.

  Soon Carla was straddling Heather’s thigh, pressing one knee between her legs while they kissed passionately. I alternated between stroking each of them as my hand dipped down to Carla’s ass. First I fondled it through her tight jeans, and then I wedged my hands down the back of them to touch her bottom directly. When that wasn’t enough, I stood up, bending over our new friend and feeling her up under her blouse. Hearing my girlfriend moaning and imagining how soaking wet she had to be only spurred me on. I lightly pinched Carla’s nipples, while longing for one of them to sink their fingers into my pussy.

  I knew plenty of eyes were watching us as we took our triple makeout session as far as it could go. Well, I’m sure if we’d taken off our clothes, nobody would’ve objected, but we’re only mild exhibitionists, and I could tell that things were about to get even naughtier, so I was relieved when Heather asked, “Want to get out of here?”

  Carla laughed, and then pulled my girlfriend’s face into her cleav
age. “I was hoping you’d say that! Why don’t you two come back to my place? I have a king-size bed and some sex toys I’d love to try with you.”

  We didn’t need to consult each other to know that we both wanted to go home with Carla, who took control of the situation right away. We entered her house and walked up the red-carpeted stairs, following close behind her. Her bedroom was gorgeous, the walls painted a smoky gray, and she proceeded to light candles throughout the room, before turning on only one lamp in the corner. It was dim, but we could still see. Carla had us sit on the bed, and Heather and I took off our tops. Carla then feasted on two sets of breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples while groping Heather and then switching, bringing her mouth to my girlfriend’s tits before returning to mine again.

  At one point, I had shut my eyes, focused only on Carla’s mouth on my nipples, so I didn’t realize she’d had Heather go fetch a paddle from her bedside drawer. Carla pulled away, then made sure I was watching as she flicked my nipples with her fingers, twin assaults that rocketed through my body. Then she took the black leather paddle and slapped it against her palm. “Okay, which one of you wants to get spanked first?” I smiled, knowing that both Heather and I love to be spanked.

  I was magnanimous and said to my girlfriend, “You go first.” But Carla made sure not to leave me out.

  “Okay, girlie,” she told Heather, “take off the rest of your clothes and spread that sweet body across my lap. You’re gonna lick Veronica’s pussy while I spank you, and you’d better do a good job of it.” She didn’t add an “or else,” but the inherent threat made Heather shiver with delight. She looked up at me, as if for approval, and I smiled at her, thrilled at this kinky turn of events, but sad that I wouldn’t get to watch Heather’s bottom get beautifully reddened. It was definitely a trade-off I could live with, though. I, too, took off my clothes and positioned myself so Heather could easily eat my cunt while she got spanked.

  And then the clearly experienced Carla began paddling my girl’s ass, while Heather’s tongue went sailing into my pussy. She’s an oral expert, and her hot mouth soon had me thrusting upward, determined to enjoy as much of it as possible. It seemed like there was an excellent feedback effect: The harder Carla spanked my girl, the more active her tongue became. “Yeah, eat my pussy!” I demanded, and she did just that. Soon I was coming, gushing into my girlfriend’s mouth while she lapped up my juices.

  I slid away, and Carla paused in her spanking and looked at me questioningly. “How about we switch?” I suggested to her. After all, she deserved to get off, too, and I had a feeling Heather would be more than happy to go down on our gorgeous new gal pal. Carla presented me with the paddle almost solemnly, and then moved over. She gave us a sexy show as she took off her jeans, sliding them over her perfectly sculpted ass, and then all the way off. She positioned herself on all fours, backing up so Heather could eat her from behind. “That’s right, make Carla come,” I instructed Heather as I began spanking my girl. “Show her how much you appreciate how well she spanked you,” I said.

  I added to the colorful palette that decorated my girlfriend’s ass as I paddled her. My gaze shifted from where I was spanking her to the sight of her mouth glued to Carla’s cunt and our friend’s ass shaking as she squirmed in delight. I moved slightly to the side, and as I delivered a particularly sound smack of the paddle, I shoved two fingers from my free hand into my girlfriend’s pussy. She clamped around them, and I kept them inside her while continuing to bring the paddle crashing down onto her skin, knowing that particular combination is enough to make her come most of the time. (Even though I’m more of a bottom than a top, we take turns so that we maximize our fun in bed.)

  Soon, even with her face buried in Carla’s pussy, I could hear Heather’s moans of pleasure. I was totally wet again, and I felt my girlfriend come around my fingers, her juices dripping down my hand. When she stopped squirming, I moved aside and went over to the edge of the bed, where I found Carla’s pretty face. I kissed her, our tongues tangling while Heather kept up her pussy-licking. Carla’s hands pressed against the sides of my head, and then she broke our kiss and shuddered against me, her earlier bravado giving way to pure ecstasy as Heather’s tongue caused her to climax. I held her, my arms wrapped around her as she trembled with delight.

  Finally, the three of us collapsed in Carla’s big bed. I had thought we’d be going to sleep after such a momentous event, but Carla had other plans. “You can’t go to sleep yet. I haven’t shown you all my toys!” That sexy, wicked gleam was back in her eye, and she kept us up for much of the night, showing us exactly what she could do with each of her playthings.

  I hope our threesome with Carla wasn’t a one-time thing, and since Carla was kind enough to lend us her paddle “for practice,” as she said, I have a feeling she’ll want another round to see how well we’re progressing.

  —Ms. Veronica P., Santa Fe, New Mexico

  Submissive Hubby Is Pretty in Pink When His Wife Takes Control

  My husband, Rick, loves to tease me about my penchant for all things pink. I have pink shoes, pink clothes, pink sunglasses, and almost bought a pink car, but settled for a red one. He loves me in whatever I’m wearing, especially when it’s a hot-pink push-up bra, but he still tries to make fun of me because of my favorite color, and we often wind up laughing as we roll around in bed together.

  Recently, though, our joke took a decidedly kinky turn when I returned home from my best friend Amy’s bachelorette party. I was a little tipsy from drinking two glasses of Champagne and found Rick watching softcore porn in our bed, his erection visible. “Hey, honey,” I drawled as I sat down and took off my heels. He sat up and kissed the back of my neck, making my nipples stand at attention.

  “How was the party?” he asked, cupping my breasts in his big hands.

  “Fabulous! It was really fun, and the girls got Amy to take her panties off and stuff them in the male stripper’s G-string. Oh, and I got a great goodie bag,” I said, reaching for it to show him my naughty, pink-colored loot. I took out a set of furry hot-pink handcuffs, dangling them enticingly, before moving on to the edible candy panties and pink lipstick.

  “Pink handcuffs? Those can’t be real,” he said, grabbing them from me and then discarding them on the bed.

  “Oh, they’re real, all right, tough guy. Why don’t you let me use them on you?” I proposed, pushing him down onto his back while I straddled him. His cock pressed upward against me, giving me a clue that he might enjoy being bound, something we’d never tried.

  “Fine, but I bet I’ll be able to escape,” he said, taunting me. All of a sudden, we went from teasing to foreplay. I pinched his left nipple, then his right, before placing the very girlie restraints around his wrists. They fit perfectly, and the moment I fastened them into place, I felt excited, realizing that I had my husband at my mercy.

  I reached behind me and wrapped my hand around his boxer-covered dick. “Seems like my silly handcuffs are doing a pretty good job of making you hard,” I said. “You didn’t let me finish showing you what other treats we got, so now I’m going to have to use them on you.” Next, I pulled out a pink blindfold that had the word “SEXY” printed on the front in glitter. “It’s a little small, but we’ll make it fit,” I told him as I fitted it over his head. The sight of my macho man unable to see or move his wrists and wearing my signature color made my pussy wet.

  I leaned down and kissed him, letting him feel my breasts mashing against his chest. “I want to touch your tits,” he mumbled against my lips.

  “I bet you do,” I teased him, shimmying out of my shirt and removing my bra. I then pushed my breasts together and ran my nipples against his lips. His tongue darted out to graze my nubs, but I just as quickly pulled them away.

  “C’mon, Bette,” he begged, licking his lips. I smiled, even though he couldn’t see me doing it. I realized I could walk away if I desired, or get my vibrator and simply pleasure myself while he was forced to listen and imagine how
wet my pussy was. I’m not that cruel, but I didn’t give him my breasts to continue sucking on, because I had something I wanted to suck on myself.

  I moved all the way down to his toes and lightly tickled them with my fingertips. He squirmed and laughed. Then I took his big toe into my mouth, just to see what he’d do. He stopped resisting, and since he seemed to like it, I then sucked on his other toes before kissing my way up his legs. Rick was murmuring, telling me how much he enjoyed what I was doing. My breathing sped up as I got caught up in the moment. When I reached his knees, I peeled down his boxers to reveal his impressive erection. Right before I began to suck his cock, I remembered that one of his favorite parts of getting a blowjob is watching me deliver it.

  Rick often commands me to look at him while I’m swallowing his rod, and I get off on the eye contact as well. Knowing I was depriving him of that as I held his cock in my hand and gently licked the tip made me feel powerful. It was silly in a way, because the items I’d used on him probably were meant as a joke. I didn’t get the sense that most of the other women at the party were going to go home and become newfound dominatrices. That’s another aspect of our kinky play that I liked—that it was so out of the ordinary—for us, anyway.

  I opened my mouth and took the head of his dick between my lips. “Oh yeah, take it,” he moaned, and my pussy contracted in response to his desperate-sounding voice. I wasn’t going to let him come in my mouth, but he didn’t know that yet. I fondled his balls with one hand while keeping the other wrapped around the base of his cock. When I did look up, I saw Rick straining against his furry pink handcuffs, and I longed for my camera to capture that special, sexy moment.