Letters to Penthouse XXX

by Penthouse International

  “Hi,” she said. “It’s nice to meet Sam’s father. I’m Peg. Wait here, I’ll be right back.” With that she scurried across the living room and down the hall. I heard drawers opening and closing, and closet doors sliding, and I assumed she was looking for her purse.

  “Just a minute more,” she called out to me, and I called back for her to take her time.

  Finally she came back into the living room, and my eyes almost popped out of my head. She had changed into a white lace nightgown, with string straps over her shoulders and a pink ribbon tying it at the waist. The gown was practically transparent, and it was very obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath it.

  I’m sure my mouth was hanging open as she walked toward me across the living room. About halfway, she stopped and did a 360 turn, asking, “How do you like my outfit?”

  “Outstanding,” was my rather stunned reply.

  “I’m glad you like it,” Peg said.

  As my eyes looked her over from top to bottom, I could tell she was a true redhead by the well-trimmed patch between her legs, clearly visible through the diaphanous gown, as were the hard rose-colored nipples that pointed right at me.

  Moving close to me, she handed me a twenty-dollar bill. “I’ll get you change,” I said weakly, feeling my cock pushing against my shorts.

  “Never mind,” Peg said. “My change is right here.” And she came up against me, reaching for my zipper. In a flash she had my cock in her hand and her tongue down my throat. After a minute she broke away and said, “Follow me.” Which I did eagerly, my cock bouncing as we walked to the bedroom.

  When we got to the bed she dropped to her knees and took the head of my cock into her mouth. As she twirled her tongue around it, my dick hardened even more, growing to its full eight and a quarter inches. She stopped only long enough to drop my shorts to my ankles, and then she took as much of me in her mouth as she could, until I could feel myself pressing against the back of her throat. Her head was bobbing up and down faster than I would have thought possible, and it wasn’t long before I shot my cream into her sucking mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but I had never come so much, and soon it was dribbling down her chin. She stood up and we kissed. Then she said, “It’s your turn.”

  I kissed her again, then pulled the straps of her gown off her shoulders. The garment fell to her waist, where the pink ribbon stopped it. Her tits were not overly large, but they were firm to the touch. Her rose-colored nipples were sticking straight out, and I rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers. She let out a soft moan as I began to kiss and suck gently on her tits. Then I found the bow of the ribbon and pulled it open, letting the gown fall to the floor. The scent of her sex filled my nostrils as I kissed my way down her stomach to her pussy.

  I pushed her back gently until she was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she spread her legs so I could rub her inner thighs and lick the edges of her cunt. She leaned back and lifted her legs so I could get a good look at what I was going to enjoy. I dived right in, putting my tongue in her love tunnel as far as I could. Her juices began to flow and she came with a cry of pleasure as I sucked her clit and inserted two fingers into her cunt.

  “I want your cock in me now,” she said. I moved her lengthwise on the bed and climbed between her legs, guiding the purple head of my cock to her wet and very hot pussy. She raised her hips, trying to get more, but I held back, moving just the head in and out, until with a moan she wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me in all the way.

  I fucked her slowly at first, but soon increased my pace, and she matched me stroke for stroke. “Oh, god, I’m going to come again!” she panted after a minute. I was on the verge, too, and started to pull out, but she said, “No, fill my pussy with your spunk!” We came together, thrashing about so much that we almost fell off the bed. I thought it would never end.

  We lay there in each other’s arms for a while, and then Peg asked me to do her doggie-style. She rolled over and got on her knees, and I got behind her and brought my half-hard dick to her tunnel of love. I told her it might take awhile to get fully hard after our energetic fuck, but she said she had plenty of time, so we started out slowly.

  Suddenly I heard a sound that sounded like the back door opening. Startled and ready to beat a hasty retreat, I asked Peg if that might be her husband, but she said no, he was out of town. Then a female voice called out, “Peg? Where are you?”

  “Don’t stop,” Peg said in a soft voice. Then she yelled out, “I’m in the bedroom, Erin!”

  I didn’t know what to do, and before I could make any decisions a woman showed up in the doorway. She was about Peg’s age and she looked great. She had long dark hair and she was wearing a tank top and shorts. She looked surprised, but not shocked. “What the hell is going on?” she asked.

  “Well,” Peg said, laughing, “The paperboy is giving me change for a twenty!”

  Erin laughed, too. “Well, save some for me, honey,” she said, and she walked across the room, pulling off her clothes as she came. By the time she got to the bed she was naked. “Why didn’t you call me?” she asked.

  “Well, it all happened so fast!” Peg replied. Erin then got on the bed and Peg began to eat her out as I continued to pump the redhead from behind. I got so excited watching them that I came in no time.

  I got up to use the bathroom, and when I returned I found the two of them in the 69 position. I sat in a chair by the bed to watch the show, and it wasn’t long before my cock started to rise again. Both women came shortly thereafter, and after a brief rest Erin got up and came over to me. Kneeling in front of me and taking my cock in her hand, she began to lick and suck on it until it was hard as a rock. She then lay down on the floor and spread her legs for me. I slid inside her and pumped for all I was worth.

  Then she asked me to do her up the ass. “Yes, Erin likes it that way,” Peg said. “But I bet she’s never had such a big dick up there.”

  As Erin turned over, Peg came over to help. She put her finger into her own pussy to lube it, then slid it into her friend’s ass. As Erin moaned she took her finger out and grabbed hold of my cock, guiding me to that tight little hole. Then she pushed gently on my backside as I eased into Erin’s ass. Soon I was pumping away in there, bringing moans and groans from both Erin and myself. When I yelled that I was going to come, Erin pulled away and turned over, and Peg grabbed my cock and aimed it so that it shot all over Erin’s tits.

  The girls still wanted to play, but I had to tell them that at that point I couldn’t do any more, even if my life depended on it. With that Peg kissed me and told me she hoped I would come to collect for Sam again. As I left the two of them were rubbing my come over each other’s bodies.

  When I got home Sam asked me why it had taken me so long to make the collection. I told him that any job worth doing is worth doing well. Or something.

  —L.J., Tampa, Florida

  For a Lady Who Loves to Be the Center of Attention, This Egg Is Just the Thing

  It was my birthday, and my husband and I were in the mood to celebrate with our close friends Holly and Marcus. Ty had arranged everything, booking us rooms at a new luxury hotel.

  Ty left work early Friday so we could beat the traffic and check into our suite, which turned out to be both enormous and stylish. The sitting room came complete with sofa, love seat, and a dining table with chairs. Off the large bedroom was a bathroom done in marble, with a glass shower, a Jacuzzi in the tub, and a large mirror along one wall. It was truly impressive.

  I started to become very relaxed. As Ty turned on the bathwater and I sipped at my first glass of chardonnay, the stress of the day began ebbing away. As I slipped into the tub, I flashed ahead. We were to meet Holly and Marcus at the hotel, then go out together—and then travel into the beyond!

  Floating there in the warm water, I thought about Holly. She’s a beautiful brunette with long, tan legs, a slender body, fantastic breasts, and a very sexy presence. She has a penchant for wearing next to no
thing when out on the town. As a blonde who loves to work out and is an avid runner, I really enjoy being seen alongside her. The combination of our contrasting coloring and our similarity in clothing styles gets us lots of looks, and we both love the attention.

  As Ty watched me shaving leisurely in the tub, his dirty mind turned to steamy details of our history with Marcus and Holly. With his eyes fixed on my hand as it coated my pussy with shaving cream, he accused me of tantalizing our friends with my lustful ways, wickedly insinuating myself into their fantasies—and on several occasions between their naked bodies. He expressed the opinion that Marcus and Holly spent a lot of time fantasizing about fucking me, judging by the pleasure they each derived from not only having their own way with me but helping each other get me off.

  I couldn’t deny the evidence of their carnal interest in me, and agreed that the two of them had become very skilled at pleasing me. My pussy tingled as I finished shaving the lips and then carefully sculpted the top into a tiny tuft of blonde pubic hair. Well, this could certainly be an interesting night, because, although I might not say so to Ty, I love sex with women, and there’s nothing I love better than being the center of attention, especially when the attention comes from lovers as hot as Holly and Marcus.

  With anticipation growing, I stepped out of the tub and inspected my near-bald cunt in the mirror. Ty noticed how hot I was getting and led me to the bed, where he laid me back and licked my smooth pussy until I was swollen and heaving. He loves to go down on me after I shave, and since he’s so expert with his tongue, I automatically expected an orgasm. But he wouldn’t let me come. Even when I begged for it.

  Then I realized he was playing with me. Getting me ready for a night of hot fucking. I just had to be patient.

  When I picked out my clothes—a ridiculously small skirt with a very tight top, thong panties, and matching bra—I really hoped I would be showing everything off later. Before I finished dressing, there was a knock at the door. It was Marcus and Holly. It turned out Ty had arranged for them to be in the room directly across the hall from our suite.

  Holly’s outfit didn’t disappoint—a form-fitting leopard-print dress that revealed her long, slender legs beautifully. I pecked her cheek while checking her out. She did the same to me, and my freshly licked slit perked up as I speculated, from the way she was dressed, that perhaps she planned on giving me my birthday present very personally.

  Marcus gave me a kiss hello, and threw another pulse through my aching cunt. Of course our friends had no idea that Ty had just had me within two seconds of a screaming orgasm, an orgasm I was still badly in need of! Ty poured us all wine, and we discussed our dinner plans. We agreed on a new Cuban restaurant that was downtown, near anything else we might want to do afterward, and decided to go in Marcus’s Mercedes.

  I got excited when Holly bypassed the front seat, instead climbing in back with me. We had fun letting the men scope out our legs, and probably more, from the front seat during the short drive to the restaurant.

  When we got there, we went into the bar and ordered drinks. Very soon we were escorted to a table outside. The night was warm but not hot, and the cool drinks further warmed the conversation, which inevitably turned to sex. I was barely able to contain myself, but I was sufficiently on edge from my anticipation and high hopes for later that I kept cool and waited until someone else made the first move.

  My husband surprised me by mentioning casually that for my birthday he had bought me a new sex toy, one I’d been fantasizing about: a remote-operated vibrating egg, which can be worked from across a room. To everyone’s amazement, he produced the item and set it on the table!

  Ty challenged me to insert the new toy in my pussy and let all of them use the remote on me. To demonstrate, he flipped the switch in his pocket, causing the egg to buzz around the table. I rolled my eyes and tried to stall, but the men and Holly pressed me.

  Finally, the men offered a bet I couldn’t resist. Holly and I were to go in the bathroom, where one of us would insert the vibrating egg. The men bet that when we returned, they could guess who the lucky girl was. Holly and I eyed each other, then left for the ladies’ room.

  Once there, we agreed that we were going to win the bet one way or another. We decided that I would be first. I lifted my skirt, moved my tiny panties aside, and shoved the egg up in my pussy, with Holly watching intently. We vowed not to help our husbands figure out who had the vibrator, then returned to the table.

  Of course, the conversation quickly returned to sex, with both men watching our eyes closely. Suddenly, while Ty was speaking, the vibrator buzzed in my cunt. I managed to answer coolly and watched him studying first my face, then Holly’s. We gave no hint.

  Ty put the remote on the table and flicked it on. I did squirm, but not enough to be noticed. Then Marcus picked up the remote and started to play with the controls. The egg buzzed on and off in my aching, very wet pussy. I wanted to come so badly! Finally I gasped loud enough to be heard.

  So here my husband and I were in public while another man played with a vibrator inside my pussy! What a huge turn-on! Then Marcus passed the remote to Holly, who talked to me while making my cunt buzz. I was under their spell, and so wet that I had to cross my legs to keep the egg inside.

  Once we finished dinner, we needed another location to continue to play with this awesome toy. We headed for a bar that served dessert and drinks, just a short—but oh so careful!—walk from the restaurant.

  We sat at a table in the middle of the bar, and I reached boldly up my skirt, removed the vibrator, which glistened from my juices, and placed it on the table in plain view. Holly grabbed it and in one smooth motion uncrossed her legs, raised her dress, and pushed it in her pussy. Then she crossed her legs again and smiled at us. We all sat there staring at her in amazement.

  Gleefully, I took the remote and turned it on and off as the conversation continued, teasing Holly just as she had done to me earlier. Pleased to see her composure slipping, I gave the remote to Marcus, who went a step further. He summoned our waiter and gave him the remote. The waiter held it, bewildered, while Marcus explained what it was and what it did—just not whose pussy it currently occupied.

  Marcus had the waiter turn the switch on, and the egg hummed away in Holly’s pussy as she fought to keep a straight face. Marcus thanked the waiter and gave him a generous tip.

  Now we really had to go. The men offered us one final bet. All we had to do was trade the egg from Holly’s pussy back to mine—on the street outside the bar! I demanded the money up-front, and Marcus produced a hundred-dollar bill.

  We all stood up and went outside. On the sidewalk, Holly pushed me against the small windowsill of a department-store display, then reached up her dress to remove the egg from her pussy. She pressed her lips to mine in a long wet kiss while feeling her way up my skirt, expertly moving my panties aside and stuffing the egg up my smooth, incredibly wet cunt. I could only grunt into her lips as proof she had done it well.

  As we walked to the car, Holly and Marcus took turns playing with the remote, buzzing me relentlessly. We piled into the car, with Ty driving, Holly up front with him, and Marcus in back with me. Marcus wasted no time reaching over to check on my well-primed pussy. Ty also wasted no time leaning over to stroke Holly, who gave him better access by opening her legs and letting his hand in her wet panties.

  Holly immediately turned around to watch as Marcus nearly jumped me, fingering my vibrating pussy while yanking my panties off. Holly smoothly removed her thong, never taking her eyes off me as Marcus slowly lowered his head between my legs in the backseat of the car. I watched Holly get fingered as Marcus licked my wet cunt until I lost all control and let out a groan from my powerful and long-overdue orgasm. It was an incredible release!

  Meanwhile, Ty, still driving, was now stroking Holly’s pussy hard and deep, with his fingers alternating between gently pinching her clit and stroking her G-spot. She soon climaxed with a groan, her shaking legs stopping when
her warm pussy let go. I found out later from Ty that each time she came, she drenched his fingers with warm come, which ran down his hand and onto the car seat.

  Watching this scene made me so hot that Marcus got me off again, his face firmly fixed on my shaved cunt. My open and gasping mouth was visible to any passing car, I’m sure. We had just pulled into the hotel parking lot when Holly arched again in another orgasm, clenching Ty’s writhing hand and holding it hard against her—I could tell she was craving a fuck in a bad way.

  We skipped the valet parking, opting for the garage because the car smelled like hot sex and there was no way we had enough composure to walk in the front door of the hotel. When we parked, Holly announced that she was ready for more, to which I heartily agreed, and we looked for a place to fuck before we even got back to our suite!

  Holly is an amazing woman, and seems to be supercharged by orgasms. The more she has, the more she craves. She could barely contain her lust and looked for anyplace to steal away and get some cock. She repeatedly flashed us her pussy as we walked from the back entrance of the hotel toward the lobby.

  She and I ducked into the women’s restroom and waited to see if we would be followed. Without hesitating, Marcus and Ty walked right in behind us. Since the hotel, being so new, wasn’t very full, we really had the run of the place.

  The elegant bathroom, palatial in size, had marble tile flooring and was lined with ornate stained-wood doors for each stall. Holly and I chose a pair of stalls across from each other at the end of the room, and each went inside ours. Marcus motioned Ty to follow Holly into her huge stall.

  I peed quickly, then dashed across the aisle to spy Holly, with her dress hiked up, her back arched, holding Marcus’s and Ty’s hard cocks and sucking them alternately while sitting on the john. I have masturbated repeatedly to this vision ever since.