Letters to Penthouse VI (5 page)
That night we had dinner at a Greek restaurant where we were entertained by a belly dancer. The woman had a very voluptuous body and every move was extremely sensual. We ate our meal while watching her and touching each other under the table. I felt very sexy in the new dress Ted had brought me. It molds to my body and really shows it off, especially since my breasts were spilling out of the top. I had fun watching the waiters check me out.
When we left we were both thinking that we'd like to take the dancer home with us. I knew we both wanted to play with those large breasts, which she had been enticing us with all evening. We were so excited driving home that I wasn't sure if we were going to make it in one piece. When we finally arrived safely, he began undressing me as we walked to our cabin. There was only a small hedge separating us from a busy street. He pulled my dress off, exposing my bare ass to anybody passing by.
Once inside, I excused myself to put on a very sexy nightgown, which I had bought for this very occasion. It was floor-length satin with slits all the way up the front of both legs. My breasts spilled out of the top with my nipples just visible. Ted loved it, especially when I told him I'd bought it just for him.
As he lay on the bed I pulled up the gown and straddled his naked body. Reaching up, he ran his hands all over me. The combination of the soft satin and his hands on my body felt wonderful. We probed each other's mouth with our tongues. Did I mention that his kisses are the best I've ever experienced? He can bring me to orgasm just by kissing me, and he did. We had another fantastic night of lovemaking. Somewhere along the way I lost that sexy nightgown but I don't even remember how.
We spent Saturday morning making lazy love, playing in the pool, laughing and just enjoying each other's company. Early in the afternoon my lover called the front desk and ordered a VCR for the room. We both watched the delivery boy install the machine and I know we were both considering the possibility of a threesome. But somehow we both knew that this wasn't the right person or time.
Ted had made a little love-nest on the floor in front of the TV with pillows from the sofa and blankets from the bed. We settled in to watch a movie. It was a shock to discover that the lead character was a hermaphrodite. The star had a beautiful face, full breasts and a functioning set of male and female organs with which she/he fucked everybody in the room! It was wild and kinky—a real turn-on. We got sidetracked with some kinky play of our own and never saw the lead character reach her climax because we were so busy with our own. I brought Ted to a ball-splitting climax with the vibrator buzzing against his balls while I rode him for all I was worth.
That night after dinner and numerous glasses of wine we smoked a joint. I wanted to make his evening memorable so I asked him to sit down on the sofa while I put on a cassette of Joe Cocker (just the name makes me hot!). I did a slow, sexy striptease, first removing my tight black skirt and then my blacklace blouse. I unhooked my garters and sensuously slid my stockings down my legs one at a time. All that was left was a blacklace bustier and a G-string. I got close enough for him to reach out and touch me but didn't permit him to do so until I said so. I danced around some more before stripping naked.
Once I was totally bare I danced over to him and pressed my pussy into his face. After slowly undressing him I finally allowed him to touch me. I played with his stiff dick, rubbing it between my full breasts. Finally we went on to bigger, better things.
Sunday was our day of rest—after we had spent the morning making sweet, sensual love. Fortunately our trip back to the city was relaxing, because we were both exhausted. He left me at the hotel to run some errands and I spent the afternoon reflecting back on our wonderful weekend and writing this letter.
That evening we had a romantic dinner together. I don't quite know why but our lovemaking that night was beyond anything we'd ever experienced together. I screamed in ecstasy as each wave of orgasm ripped through me. I knew that with this man I had found my true sexual identity.—
T.O., Los Angeles, California
HE'S GOT THE WEDDING BELLE BLUES UNTIL BRIDESMAID COLORS HIS WORLD
My best friend Nick got married last September and I was one of the ushers. I had just broken off a relationship and was looking for female companionship to relieve my sexual tension. But when Nick informed me that all the bridesmaids were married or going steady I figured I was out of luck.
At the rehearsal dinner Sharon, the bride, told me that the bridesmaid who was to be my partner had just broken up with her boyfriend and would be attending the wedding alone. Sharon asked me if I would dance with Miriam and entertain her because she was very depressed. Being a good friend, I assured Sharon that I would do my best.
While eating dinner that night I tried to make small talk with Miriam but she was abrupt with me and not very pleasant. I focused my attention on the other people and had fun anyway.
The next day was the wedding. Afterward I escorted Miriam down the aisle. She was still somewhat cold to me but she wasn't as unfriendly as she had been. She really was quite an attractive girl. She stood about five feet eight inches tall with reddish brown hair and a forty-two-inch chest. She was wearing a low-cut dress, and since I am six feet three a bountiful expanse of snowy white cleavage was spread out before me. I immediately became rock-hard but resigned myself to the fact that she was not interested in me.
After the ceremony we went to the reception at a catering hall. The wedding party all danced the first dance and since Miriam and I were partners we danced together. When it was over I asked her if she'd like to keep dancing, and she smiled and said yes. That was the first time I saw her smile and it was beautiful. While dancing she told me that her boyfriend was screwing anything that moved and she was totally fed up with his behavior.
I remarked that he must be a jerk because if she were my girlfriend the only thing on my mind would be how to keep her happy. After I said that Miriam reached up and gave me a French kiss. I was stunned. She then took my hand and led me out to the lobby and into the coat room where we embraced and kissed.
I pulled away to tell her to slow down because I was getting a rise in my pants. She smiled and dropped to her knees. Miriam pulled down my pants and underwear and took my cock into her mouth. My dick is six inches long and it was as hard as steel. She started sucking and massaging my balls like an expert. Reaching down, I caressed her tits and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Her breathing became labored and I too was losing control. A few more strokes of her tongue and I exploded a month's worth of sperm into her mouth. She gobbled down every drop and came up smiling.
Not able to resist any longer I pulled her dress down and took off her bra, exposing her creamy tits. I feasted on those beauties as I fingered her snatch. After a short while we both realized that we would have to get back to the reception or our absence would be noticed. I stuffed her bra in my pocket and we got dressed.
All during the reception I was fondling her tits and running my hands under her dress. When the reception was over at around eleven we got into my car and headed for my apartment.
As soon as I unlocked the door I picked her up, carried her across the threshold and straight to my bedroom. As she shed her clothes I stripped off my tux. When she turned around, I saw her beautiful furry red bush. I gently laid her on my bed and feasted on that red pussy. I drank down every drop of nectar she produced.
I kissed my way up her body, stopping for about ten minutes at each breast. I then entered her for the first time. Her pussy was so hot and tight that once I was completely in I knew I was in heaven. I pumped her for about fifteen minutes, bringing her to two orgasms, and then blasted a fresh load of cream into her pussy. She was exhausted. I rolled onto my side and we kissed and caressed each other for about an hour. Miriam revealed that Sharon had told her I was a great guy.
We stayed in bed all weekend as Sharon didn't have any other clothes to change into. Being naked was more fun anyway. I can't remember how many times we made love but she has since moved in and we are now engaged. We decided a September wedding would be most fitting.—
D.R., Indianapolis, Indiana
SHE GETS GOOD VIBRATIONS WHEN SHE EXPERIMENTS WITH SEX TOYS
For years my husband tried to convince me to use vibrators and dildos. I had always refused, telling him that I was completely satisfied with his big, hard cock.
Then one day Charlie pulled a muscle in his back at work. He was in a lot of pain, and a friend suggested he get one of those cordless massagers with the big, round ends to help work the cramps out. When Charlie got home he showed me his new toy. He charged it up, and I held it to the sore muscle in his back. I could feel the vibrations reverberate in my hands, and it was quite soothing.
After about half an hour, Charlie said his back felt much better. He looked at me, grinned and announced that it was my turn. Charlie took the massager and began pressing it against my calves. At the time I was wearing only a bra and panties. The massager felt great on my legs as Charlie slowly worked it up to my thighs. When he ran it along the insides of my thighs, I could feel it vibrate against my pussy, and I let out a moan.
I spread my legs wide as Charlie began running the massager all around the insides of my thighs and over my pussy. I was getting quite aroused, and soon my panties were soaked from all the stimulation. When Charlie finally placed the vibrator on my pussy mound, I came instantly. He worked it all over my pussy as I had one orgasm after another.
Before the night was over I had three more sessions with the vibrator. During one of the sessions I masturbated, using the vibrator, while Charlie watched. In the past he had often asked me to masturbate for him, but I had always refused. This time, however, I was so turned on that I couldn't refuse his request.
The next morning, after Charlie went to work, I charged up the vibrator and spent the entire day masturbating with it. I never even got out of bed that day. I fantasized about being fucked by different men while I used the vibrator on my cunt. I had no idea that anything could make my pussy feel so good.
When Charlie came home that evening, I was lying spread-eagle on the bed, with the vibrator resting on my now very tired but well-satisfied cunt. Charlie told me he had a surprise for me and handed me a paper bag. When I looked in the bag, I saw four more vibrators of varying shapes and sizes.
We spent the entire evening trying out each different one on my pussy. The one he had originally bought for his back was still the best and most powerful. Over the next few days I barely got out of bed.
As I masturbated in bed, sometimes I fantasized that I was being fucked by two guys at once. To help this fantasy along, I'd put a vibrator in my pussy and a dildo in my mouth. I also pretended that groups of men took turns fucking me. I was completely hooked and most of my free time was spent masturbating with my vibrators. Charlie didn't mind, because every night when he got home, I let him fuck me and come in my mouth. Prior to this, Charlie and I had had sex twice a week at most.
One night it was Charlie's turn to have his friends over for their weekly poker game. I figured I would take a night off from my vibrators and just watch TV, because I didn't want Charlie's friends to wonder what the incessant buzzing noise coming from the bedroom was. Charlie and five of his buddies were engrossed with their game while I watched TV in the bedroom.
When Charlie came up to the bedroom to check on me, he was surprised that I wasn't masturbating. He grabbed the massager from the drawer and pressed it against my clit. I immediately spread my legs open wide. While he was working me up to an orgasm, he told me that he was preparing my pussy to be fucked by all his friends. Now, getting gang-banged had been my number-one fantasy, but I'd never thought I'd have the opportunity to live it out. I admitted that it would be a real turn-on to get fucked by all his poker buddies. He said that first he wanted to get my pussy wet and ready with the massager. At this point, I could only groan in agreement.
By the time he called out to his friends to join us upstairs, I was having multiple orgasms. When they walked in, I moaned that I wanted everybody to fuck my wet cunt hole. Charlie told me that by the end of the night my pussy would be well-fucked and overflowing with come. I was still in the throes of a very intense orgasm when I moaned that my pussy and mouth were wide open and ready for fucking.
Each of Charlie's friends took a turn fucking my cunt while I held the massager against my clit. The more I came, the more I wanted to be fucked. Afterward, all the guys told me that they could feel the vibrations from the massager on their cocks while they were fucking me. They also agreed that I had the wettest pussy of any woman they had ever fucked.
After they left, Charlie told me that he always suspected he could turn me into a nymphomaniac. Charlie held the vibrator to my clit again and told me that he'd enjoyed watching me service so many men, because that had always been his fantasy. While stimulating me, he asked me if I wanted to do it again sometime. I moaned that he could use my cunt any way he wanted and that I loved having all that cock.
Now the poker game is held at our house every week, but the guys rarely play cards. First I masturbate for the guys and, after I explode in my first orgasm, I tell them that I'm their whore for the night. While I'm working on my pussy, they play a hand of poker, and the winner gets to fuck me first. Eventually each guy takes a turn fucking me. By the end of the night I am well-fucked.
Recently Charlie confessed he often fantasizes that I am a lesbian, and he intends to invite some women over to use vibrators on my pussy while I eat them out. This has become one of my fantasies too, and I look forward to living it out. Charlie also told me that I could have sex with anyone I want as long as I never refuse him. While I haven't yet had sex without Charlie, I have often fantasized about having sex with a few black men and intend to do so at my first opportunity. Charlie knows that I'll agree to perform any sex act for him and his friends when he has the massager on my pussy. I never knew that I could love having sex all day and I'm just sorry that I didn't try vibrators and massagers earlier.—
J.M., Danbury, Connecticut
