Letters to Penthouse XIX

by Penthouse International

  Like I said, hard work and self-discipline will get you what you want every time.—Name and address withheld

  SHE WOULDN’T SLEEP WITH HIM, BUT SHE SHOWED HIM A NEW KIND OF PLEASURE

  One night last month my girlfriend Katie invited me to her house for supper. It was a beautiful fall night, and as I was driving over to her place I was thinking about what the evening might bring. We had only known each other for a short time, and though we had gotten very close to each other, we had never slept together. In fact, Katie had told me that she was a virgin, and she wanted to be completely sure about us, and herself, before taking that step. I knew in my heart that I loved her, and had even expressed my feelings to her on several occasions. She was so tender and caring, and I only wanted to be close to her. The burning desire stirring inside me was evidenced by the changes in my body as I drove. It was hard for me to keep my hands from rubbing the throbbing member that was swelling between my legs.

  When I arrived at Katie’s house she greeted me at the door. She was absolutely stunning. As she wrapped her arms around me and her lips met mine, I knew my love for her would only grow stronger. I told her how beautiful she was, and she smiled.

  The aroma of the meal she was preparing filled her home and mixed with the scent of her sensuous perfume. She was busy with her cooking, but from time to time she found a moment to come to me and touch me on the shoulder, or lean into me with a warm, seductive kiss. I wanted her so badly, and she knew it.

  I admired her in the candlelight as we ate our supper to the sounds of romantic music from the CD player. When I remarked how much I liked a particular song that was playing, she immediately got up and took me by the hand. We danced to the song, and all I could think of was how I wanted all of her. She stirred feelings in me that were really deep and scary. Feelings that I wanted to express to her and which I felt I could only express by being deep inside her. She pressed close to me as we danced, and sometimes she teased me mischievously, making my hormones even harder to control. She would whisper her fantasies into my ear, telling me how she imagined me touching her and pleasing her—some day. I wondered if she could feel the hardness her words were producing in my pants. I could only wait for the moment when I would be able to fulfill those desires, as well as my own.

  In spite of my frustration, I kept telling myself how lucky I was as her big, beautiful blue eyes looked into mine. When she asked me if I would do something for her, my imagination instantly went wild, but all she wanted was my help in taking her air conditioner out of an upstairs window. Of course I agreed—the way I felt about her, I would have flown to the moon and back, if she had asked me. As we climbed the stairs I could only dream of the time when she would lead me up to her boudoir.

  As we walked past her bedroom I paused for a moment to glance inside, gazing with a gleam in my eyes at the inviting sight of her large four-poster bed. Katie took me by the hand and led me across the hall, into the room where the air conditioner was. I helped her remove it and put it up in the attic, and she thanked me for my labor, saying that she was pleased to have a man around the house to do these things for her.

  When we passed her bedroom again, I couldn’t resist going in. I told her I was so exhausted from all the hard work that I needed to rest. I lay down on her wide, soft bed, all kinds of images running through my mind of what I would have liked to do with her there. Katie leaned over me and told me I was a bad boy for lying on her bed like that. Matching her teasing tone, I said if I was such a bad boy I should be punished. With that she giggled coyly and reached into the drawer of her bedside table, and I was shocked and amazed to see her pull out a pair of glittering steel handcuffs.

  Grinning at me, she said she thought I was right—since I was being so naughty, I needed to be taught a lesson. My hands were already above my head, which made it very easy for her pass the handcuffs through one of the spindles of her headboard, and then fasten each cuff around one of my wrists. I didn’t resist. At this moment I knew I trusted her with my life.

  I thought her little game would end right there, but it didn’t. Katie moved to a switch on the wall and dimmed the lights until they were almost off. She then returned and started kissing me. The kisses were deep and sensual, and soon our tongues were thrusting back and fourth, alternately twining together and probing each other’s mouth. I was very excited, and I could tell she was too.

  Then her hands began to explore my body, and I drew in my breath as I felt her rub against the hard bulge forming in my jeans. I wanted to reach out and touch her so badly, but the handcuffs kept me firmly in place. I could do nothing but lie there, totally submissive to her touch. The feeling of her hands on me was fantastic. And then she started to unzip my fly.

  I could hardly believe it. We had never made love, and yet she was totally seducing me. It felt wonderful to have my hard throbbing cock set free, and now it was in her hand. My body stiffened as the pleasure consumed my entire being. She was rubbing and stroking me while still giving me deep wet kisses, and all I could do was to imagine how that mouth would feel on my cock. And just as that thought crossed my mind, she moved her mouth from my lips down to my hot, aching shaft.

  I could have exploded instantly, but I held back as I felt her lick and suck on my cock. It was absolutely the most erotic sensation I had ever experienced. I could feel her tongue as it licked across my swollen vein, while her lips encircled the crown of my erect penis. Then she took it all in, every thick inch. I felt it go deep inside her mouth, my body filling with ecstasy as she sucked it gently. She seemed to be enjoying herself almost as much as I was, and I wondered if that was possible.

  When I knew that I couldn’t take much more, I told her to stop. She continued with what she was doing until I told her again. Then she moved up, kissed me on the mouth and asked me why I had stopped her. I explained that I was grateful to her for what she was doing, but that I wanted to touch her and please her too. Smiling at me, she told me I was already pleasing her with my pleasure. And with that she returned to my cock again.

  The handcuffs around my wrists were pressing into my skin, but I didn’t care. Even the sensation seemed like part of the pleasure. Katie vigorously sucked and licked at my cock, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she moved down and began to lick my balls. She could tell from my groans that I was enjoying that, so she continued. She took each ball into her mouth and sucked it gently while bathing it with her tongue.

  At this point I knew that I was close to exploding, and Katie felt it too. Releasing my balls, she gave a long lick up the entire length of my dick, and then took the entire shaft into her mouth, her tongue moving over the hard flesh. My whole body shook as I shot my load deep inside her mouth. Katie accepted it with great pleasure, moaning as she swallowed my love juices. The sensation of that release was more intense than anything I could remember.

  Katie gave my cock one last kiss, then came back up to me and undid the handcuffs. She lay on the bed beside me and held me as I slowly recovered from what had been an unbelievable orgasm. As we murmured together, I told her how the feeling of being so totally submissive to her had mysteriously added to my pleasure. She said she had enjoyed every moment of it, and that she was thrilled to have made me happy.

  I then told her that the only thing I needed to make this experience complete was to be able to please and satisfy her as she had done to me. Katie just smiled at me, and then she reached for the handcuffs, handed them to me and stretched her arms over her head.—B.V., Helena, Montana

  Three-For-All

  SHE WAS INTO WOMEN UNTIL SHE MET HIM. THEN SHE WAS INTO HIM UNTIL SHE MET NORA

  I am a twenty-three-year-old male, recently graduated from college. About six months ago I met this girl named Sheila, who was a senior at the school. She and I hit it off immediately, even though, as she told me, she had been mostly into women for the last four years. That changed when she got to know me, and our relationship has been wonderful ever since.

  We ar
e frank and open with each other about everything, which is nice, because I naturally wanted to know all about her girl-girl escapades. She was more than willing to provide details, and I even met a few of her former lovers.

  One night Sheila told me that she had met a girl named Nora a few nights previously, who seemed to be really hot and very kinky. Sheila had been out with some friends, and had noticed this girl checking her out from across the bar. My girlfriend is not shy, so naturally she went over and bought her a drink. She said Nora was pretty hammered, and the conversation quickly turned sexual. Sheila declined her advances, however, telling her that she had a serious relationship with me.

  That, however, did not appear to discourage Nora’s interest. Rubbing her leg against Sheila’s, Nora asked her if we had ever talked about having another girl join us. Sheila said that actually it was one of my fantasies, and that she had promised we would do it when the time was right. I had thought that meant not for a long while, but it seems that Sheila wanted Nora as soon as she saw her, so things were looking good for me.

  They had exchanged numbers at the bar, and in the following days the two of them talked on the phone several times, making plans for our encounter. When Sheila told me that we would be going over to Nora’s apartment for dinner the next evening, my cock immediately began to grow in my pants. If I had known how completely my fantasy was about to come true, it would have exploded right there, without so much as a touch.

  The next morning I woke up exhausted from the night of passionate sex with Sheila that had followed our conversation about the rendezvous. I made it through the workday, which seemed never to end. When I got home Sheila was in the shower, and there was a new outfit laid out for me on the bed, consisting of a white ribbed cotton tank, a beautiful new shirt, a black jacket, a new pair of black pants and a very small pair of black silk bikini briefs. I shaved, showered and put on my new clothes. When I saw Sheila in the kitchen trimming the long-stemmed red roses she had bought for Nora, I knew it was going to be a good night.

  Sheila is a petite but gorgeous woman, just five feet two and one hundred and five pounds, with firm C-cup breasts, long brown hair and stunning green eyes. Her white, nearly transparent dress showed off every curve of her body, and revealed teasing hints of her dark nipples, and of the tiny G-string she was wearing.

  When we arrived at Nora’s apartment, I was astounded. Her building was spectacular. We rode the gold-plated and mirrored elevator up to her floor. When she opened the door to greet us, I almost hit the floor. Sheila had said that she was gorgeous, but this woman exceeded all expectations. Nora was about five feet seven and very athletically built, with short, curly blonde hair, brown eyes and wonderfully perky B-cup tits. We greeted each other and Sheila handed her the flowers as we walked into her apartment, which was romantically lit and smelled great.

  Nora could cook as well. We feasted on a wonderful meal of sea bass, accompanied by several bottles of wine, topped off with a succulent dessert of chocolate-raspberry cheesecake.

  Afterwards we moved into the living room and sat on an oversize leather couch. The leather was cold to the touch at first, but it warmed up quickly, and so did the conversation. At one point I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I returned, Sheila and Nora were next to each other on the couch, kissing deeply.

  Nora was removing Sheila’s dress, revealing her luscious breasts with their proud, erect nipples. I stood quietly and watched as Sheila ran her fingers through Nora’s silky blonde curls. Nora’s dress was soon on the floor as well. She wore a burgundy-colored silk slip, which rode up her thighs as she proceeded to grind herself against Sheila’s nearly naked body.

  The two kissed each other’s neck, ears and chest with abandon, sighs of passion floating through the air. Then Nora happened to catch a glimpse of me standing there watching, and she stopped the action, asking me if I was ready for the evening’s festivities to really heat up. I said, “Yes!” as emphatically as I have ever uttered that word.

  The girls stood up, and Nora led us both by the hand into her master bathroom. It was huge, with a large Jacuzzi tub and a glass-and-stone shower in the middle. There were candles everywhere, imparting a magnificent glow to the room. Both girls turned to me and began to kiss me at the same time, Nora nibbling at my bottom lip.

  There were two white, fluffy bath mats on the floor, and Nora had me lie down on one, and Sheila on the other. Then Nora straddled me, kissing me deeply. Our tongues danced as she began to unbutton my shirt. She removed it and unbuckled my belt, then unzipped my pants and pulled them down, also removing my shoes and socks. I pulled my tank off, leaving me naked except for my small silk briefs, against which my dick was pushing earnestly. Nora licked her lips as she looked at me, and told me I was in great shape. She then pulled down my briefs, freeing my dick. Taking it in one hand, she licked up the underside from my balls to the tip. I looked over and saw Sheila pinching her own nipple with one hand and rubbing herself through her white G-string with the other.

  Nora then said that my only drawback was that I was too hairy. She went to a counter across the room and returned with a trimmer, a razor, a bottle of shaving cream, a shaving brush, a bowl of hot water and a washcloth. She used the trimmer to groom my pubic hair very short, including the hair around my asshole. She then warmed my entire pubic area with the washcloth and began to expertly shave my cock and balls, while Sheila lay there fingering herself, with her wet panties pushed to the side. When she finished shaving my cock, Nora put me on my hands and knees and shaved my ass crack as well, tonguing my warm asshole when she was finished. “Delicious!” she exclaimed. Then she put me in the shower to wash off.

  Through the glass of the shower I could see her giving Sheila the same treatment. She had left just a small patch of hair above my cock, but when she was finished Sheila’s crotch was completely bald.

  When I asked Nora if we could do her the same way, she removed her slip to reveal a perfect body and a bald beaver. Her nipples were pierced with little posts with tiny balls on the ends. She was silky-smooth everywhere. I checked by getting down and running my tongue over her pubic mound, around her labia and between her legs to her asshole. She cooed as I did this, and suggested we move to the bedroom.

  She had a huge four-poster bed, complete with silvery silk sheets and mirrors on the ceiling. There was a love swing in the corner and a whole table full of toys right next to the bed. This room too was filled with candles, burning on stands and tables.

  Nora pushed me down on the bed and kissed her way down my chest to my small remaining patch of pubic hair. She took my shaven cock and balls in her hand. I was rock-hard already, and she knew exactly what to do about it, kissing the tip of my dick and putting her warm lips around the swollen head. She eased the entire seven and a half inches into her mouth and throat expertly, humming slightly and rolling her tongue. I threw my head back in ecstasy catching sight of Sheila behind me, watching the action.

  Sheila now straddled my face, and I lapped at her soaking wet, smooth pussy with abandon. She tasted great as usual, but her smoothness made it even better. I must say I love shaved pussy! I groaned as I ate Sheila’s cunt while being deep-throated by Nora. The blonde stopped long enough to lick down to my asshole again, and then inserted a wet finger as she sucked my cock even harder. I lasted about another minute, and then shot my load in her mouth. She took it all down, except for a little stream that dribbled down her chin. She then straddled me and kissed Sheila, who licked the excess come from her face.

  Nora pulled Sheila’s top off and sucked her nipples until they were stiff quivery spikes. They then moved off me and into a 69, with Nora on top. I sat and watched as they licked and sucked and fingered each other, moaning with pleasure. Nora got hold of a vibrator and worked it into Sheila’s wet cunt, and Sheila returned the favor by seeming to put her entire face into Nora’s pussy. After a few minutes they both climaxed, shaking the bed.

  Nora asked me if I was ready again, but a glance
at my throbbing erection answered her question. She knelt up and asked me to fuck her from behind. I caressed her perfectly round ass, admiring a little tattoo just above the crack as I slid my cock into her incredibly hot pussy. “Fuck me hard, you stud,” she said, and that I did. Sheila was still underneath her, licking her stiff clit as I rammed my dick inside her.

  I saw a bottle of lube on the table, so I grabbed it and squirted some on Nora’s asshole, while still fucking her with long strokes. I worked it in with my thumb, and then grabbed an anal vibrator from the assortment of toys on display. I put it in and felt the throbbing vibrations against my dick as it moved inside her. She screamed out in ecstasy, and between my cock, the vibrator and Sheila’s tongue we worked her to a shattering orgasm. She screamed for me to come inside her, and I did—hard! As I continued to shoot, Sheila licked the come that seeped out around my cock, and after I pulled out they both sucked me clean.

  After we rested and had some more wine, Nora suggested we try out the swing. She positioned me below the low-hanging contraption, lying on my back. She helped Sheila into the swing, and then crouched over me with her beautiful pussy above my face. I began to lick her labia, tasting the lingering flavor of my come, as she spun Sheila in circles, causing the straps that supported the chair to wind around each other. Holding onto the chair to keep it still, Nora then positioned my dick under Sheila, with the head right against her pussy. Then she released the chair, and as it spun around, Sheila’s pussy spun around too, all the way down my cock, and I nearly shot through the mirrored ceiling.

  What a scene! They did this several more times before I came again. Then Nora pulled Sheila out of the chair and they both donned strap-ons and proceeded to fuck each other.