Letters to Penthouse VI (2 page)

“Any other options?” I asked. Her hands, pressing lightly on my shoulders, suggested an alternative, and she met little resistance from me. So began a memorable day of unhurried pleasures.

I lay for several minutes just nuzzling her pubic hair with my lips and chin. My hands roamed over the silk of Marlene's thighs. The scent that rose from between them grew ever stronger, beckoning me to explore her mysterious depths. Finally placing my hands behind her knees and raising them, I watched her legs fall open and reveal her lovely secret. Her outer lips were already pink and swollen with impetuous desire.

Perhaps a stronger man would have sat back and observed this miracle of beauty a little longer, but I dove forward with a little cry and buried my tongue in her nectar. Her rich, thick honey coated my tongue and drove me into a frenzy. I began lapping at both her inner and outer lips, wanting to touch her everywhere with my mouth.

The pretty rosebud of her clitoris peeked shyly at me from under its hood. I rained soft kisses all over and around it. Then I closed my lips over the swollen morsel and slowly rocked my head left and right. The pace at which Marlene thrust her hips up, pressing herself against my chin, told me how fast she wanted me to move. The tempo increased steadily. So did the urgency of her surging hips. Soon I let her clit slide free, but continued shaking my head as fast as I could, my lips running smoothly over her swollen button.

When her orgasm arrived, her hips remained in the air, still vibrating but no longer banging against the bed. My mouth was plastered against her slippery opening, and Marlene twined her fingers through my hair, pressing my face even more firmly against her. She gasped and moaned for a good two minutes, then collapsed.

By noon we were both thoroughly relaxed and glowing, but the idea of rising from our bed held no charm at all. Nonetheless, there were things to do. Marlene insisted that we pull ourselves together and spend the afternoon looking at houses, something we talk about endlessly but never seem to get to. My paintings were selling well, after years of hard work, but the commitment to years of debt still scared me. Marlene melted me with a look and said, “I've made an appointment with a realtor for one hour from now. Please, lover, be nice.” How could I resist?

The house was perfect, which of course translated as out of our price range, but Marlene said it would cost nothing to look. She mentioned that the owner was the realtor, and had just lost her husband.

Lilly made an immediate impression. She was perhaps fifteen years our senior, but her face and figure gave no clue to the fact. As she walked us through the spacious rooms, her heels clicked almost musically on the marble floors. Furnished with style and taste, the house also displayed some of the finest art we had seen in some time. Nearly all the works were by the same artist. Many were nudes, and many of the nudes were of Lilly, well-painted pictures of her flowing red hair and graceful body. She explained that her late husband was the painter, and the next stop on our tour would be his studio.

I was, of course, instantly engrossed in a close study of the studio. Lilly told us that she had an appointment, and we offered to leave, but she suggested that we make ourselves comfortable. Saying she would return in about an hour, she left us in her husband's beautifully appointed workroom. It had huge northern windows, a twenty-foot ceiling, and room for monumental canvases. We were both aghast at its sheer size.

Marlene walked over to the daybed in the center of the room. A sly smile told me what was on her mind. “Maybe we can't own it, but we could make love here just this once,” she said. As she slipped out of her dress, she spun like a ballerina, letting the sun play on her porcelain skin. Marlene has never been one to appreciate underwear, so as soon as her dress slid to the floor, she reclined naked on the bed. Her head on the pillow, one leg raised at the knee, she instructed, “Off with those clothes, lover.”

Leaving a trail of my clothes, I advanced toward the bed, but stopped short when, from behind me, I heard a gasp.

Turning, I saw Lilly in the studio door with a bottle of champagne in one hand and three glasses in the other. Staring and short of breath, she walked quickly to the table by the bed and set everything down. Marlene had not moved. She sat on the bed wide-eyed with embarrassment.

Lilly turned and smiled at me, then turned to Marlene. She bent over the bed and firmly planted a quick kiss on Marlene's lips. Then she stood up, slipped off her dress and knelt, spread-legged, over Marlene. She again kissed Marlene, then turned her head to me and said, “I am sure you can afford this house.”

Marlene looked at Lilly, but spoke to me: “Lick her real good, lover, because I want this real bad.”

Always one to face a challenge head-on, I moved to the foot of the bed and caressed the soft, white cheeks of Lilly's bottom. It was perhaps a little wider than when her husband had painted her, but no less firm. Bending forward, I placed a kiss on either cheek. At the same time, Lilly was laying kiss after kiss on Marlene's lips, eyes and cheeks. The breasts of the two women were pressed together, flattened by the pressure of their rapidly increasing passion. When Lilly lifted herself for a moment to look at Marlene's face, I could see that both women's nipples were swollen, wrinkled and as dark as cherries.

Using both hands, I parted Lilly's thighs to make way for my exploring tongue. Her scent was different from Marlene's, but no less pungent or compelling. The groans that greeted my first licks let me know that it had been some time since she had been caressed by anyone but herself.

At the first touch of my mouth, she trembled and collapsed forward. The two women continued to explore each other with their lips, their bodies molded one against the other. I separated Marlene's legs as well, and now had access to two lovely treasures at once. Immediately taking advantage of the fact, I ran my tongue from the bottom of Marlene's opening to the top of Lilly's, then plunged back down again. Soon both women were writhing in ecstasy, their copious fluids mixing in a delightful carnal cocktail, which I lapped up as fast as I could.

Marlene was the first to reach her release. She threw her arms around her newfound friend and held her tightly. Lilly held both of Marlene's nipples between the tips of her long fingers, as Marlene thrashed beneath the attentions of my tongue.

When Marlene's climax had begun to subside, I turned my attention to Lilly. Burying my tongue deep inside her vagina, I stroked in and out while circling her clitoris with my thumb. As she came closer and closer to orgasm, I moved more and more slowly, until at last her climax rolled out of her in a long, strong, steady flow, accompanied by a moan that came from the depths of her soul.

The two women lay side by side on their backs in luxurious relaxation, holding hands and feeling the sun on their skin. Lilly stirred lazily and, looking at me, said, “Don't you want your release, too?”

“Oh yes,” I replied. “But sometimes I get it in a different way.” And I returned to my task of setting up an easel and mixing paints, then added to my explanation: “I'll be fine, as long as the light holds out.”—
S.C., San Diego, California

COMING TOGETHER AGAIN, AFTER BEING APART FOR MUCH TOO LONG

Over the hiss of the shower she heard the front door slam. Her husband yelled, “I'm home, honey!”

She kept quiet, knowing he would find her sooner or later, and anticipating his reaction when he did. She heard him wandering around the house until he finally reached the luxurious bathroom that graced the master bedroom of their large, ranch style house in the Canadian Rockies.

Through the rippled glass of the shower door, she could just make out his form.

“You okay in there?”

“Yes, honey, I'm fine. Thanks.”

“Can I get you a towel?”

“No thanks, I can get one!”

“Well, I guess I've just about run out of excuses to come in there.”

“Since when did you ever need an excuse?”

While saying this, she seductively swung open the glass shower door. The steam and filtered light silhouetted her form just so, her curves seeming to glow in the dimness, her nipples crinkling in the cold air, her hair wet and slicked back from her face.

She had one arm high on the shower door, the other hidden behind her, and her full, ripe breasts had never looked so enticing. Tiny, crystalline drops of water dangled from their watermelon-colored tips. Her body shimmered with dampness and steam, her legs smooth and her place of pleasure smoothly shaved. He could clearly see the precious cleft that enclosed her sweet pleasure-button, and the rosy petals, already moist from the shower's heat, growing moister from within.

She beckoned to him with a finger, and he slipped off his tie and shirt, not wanting to remove his pants just yet, not wanting to return to the torrid pace of the workaday world. He wanted their time together to last, needed it to, and if he allowed himself to be too close to her right now, he wouldn't be able to control the desire that burned like white fire in his loins.

He stepped toward the shower, his chest, slightly tanned and sporting a tattoo of a large dragon, already sweaty from the excitement of seeing her like this. He let his hands roam over her for a moment, feeling the wetness of her body, the heat, the wonderful curves that had made him so happy for so long. He reached up to cup a breast, and marveled at its heavy fullness in his hand. He kissed the tightly knotted nipple, gently at first, but with ever-increasing passion, as his need for her grew until he could control it no longer.

His trousers seemed to fall away, freeing his manhood from its confines. It forced itself out into the steamy air, fragrant with the aroma of her womanhood. He slipped his hand between her firm thighs as she whispered his name and bent her knees slightly, opening herself to him. He felt her slick juices on his fingertips and brought them to her mouth. She sucked his fingers furiously, tasting herself, tasting her need for his love, his embrace.

He sensed her readiness and, removing the rest of his clothing, stepped into the shower with her. Closing the door behind him, he shut out the world, giving them time and space to relish each other's company. Here and now they could enjoy each other's body in a way that had lately been rare and, therefore, treasured.

Their bodies, wet and heated, slid together in a passionate embrace. He took her head in his hands and parted her quivering lips with his thrusting tongue, searching and exploring her. She returned his caresses, kneading his ass with her small, gentle hands. He felt his loins tighten at her touch, and his erection throbbed between her legs. He pivoted his hips back and forth a few times, the water creating a wonderful friction when it was mixed with her sweet, musky juices.

She cried out for him and placed one leg around his hips, begging him to carry her to the heights of ecstasy, but he refused, groaning that it was too soon. He wanted to give her pleasure in a way she'd never forget.

He lifted her ass onto the low shelf of the shower wall, knelt between her glistening thighs and moaned at the way her petals opened up to him, revealing her dark, moist passageway. As she began to shudder, he teased her swollen clit with the very tip of his tongue, making her cry out and grasp his hair, pulling him closer. He drank the sweet honey from her special place, swallowing it in great gulps as the water cascaded down her breasts and belly. He sucked hungrily at her, licking and nibbling her until she felt faint. Ass perched on the edge of the shelf, back arched and head thrown back, hair matted in wet tangles over her burning brow and well-toned shoulders, she began to heave and buck. Her legs were raised high and her ankles rested on his shoulders, tightening in pleasure as he teased her.

Finally he stood, and let his large erection bump against her open lips, slightly parted now to welcome him. She stuck out her rosy pink tongue and touched him there, tasting his salt, letting it ride over her tongue, letting him wait.

Suddenly she took him deep in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his knob, making him stiffen with shock and pleasure. She heard him groan, and felt him place his hands lightly on her head, guiding her, encouraging her. She drew back and, using her tongue quickly and ticklingly, she moved down his shaft again, clasping her lips tightly around the base of his cock and sucking as hard as she dared, making him cry out. She sucked harder, enjoying his reaction to her caresses. She released his cock and held it gently, lifting it slightly so she could get at his firm balls, taking one in her mouth and kissing it with her tongue. She hummed, and the sweet vibration sent incredible shock waves through him.

She loved him this way for a little longer. Then they both stood and she kissed his lips. Staring into her eyes, he hoisted her so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. When she felt the soft tip of his manhood bump against her place of pleasure, she angled herself so that he slid slowly in, making her spurt with wetness and push herself to him in her need. He drew back and rammed into her, needing her urgently. His balls slapped her ass as he pounded into her, their wet bodies making squishing sounds as they moved, the odor of their coupling wafting to them through the steam, the friction bringing them to absolute ecstasy.

Their motions slowed, and he lowered her to the shower floor, still straddling him. They shared their long-held passion until she felt him shudder, as his life spilled into her. She rested her head against his strong shoulder and sighed.

He remained in her until the water turned cold. Then they dried each other with massive towels and went to their bed, where they lost no time in making up for the weeks they had been apart.—
B.B., Augusta, Maine

LIGHTNING STRIKES TWICE—OUTSIDE THE WINDOW AND IN THE BEDROOM

As the rain poured and the thunder cracked outside, my lover's eyes sparkled in the candlelight. I live for that fire in Robin's eyes and the way it lights her face when she sees me. Robin is so beautiful. Her tan skin is so soft and responsive to the touch of my hands. Her desire for our love radiates with an intensity unlike anything I've ever felt before.