Letters to Penthouse XII (25 page)

Philip greeted me at the door, along with two very attractive young women who he introduced as Joyce and Peggy.

I could feel some extra energy in the house, and it didn’t take long for me to figure out what these women were there for. I felt a bit nervous, but excited.

Peggy brought up the subject first. “Philip tells us that you would love to eat some pussy, Donna,” she said boldly.

I blushed with embarrassment, but I figured this could be my only opportunity—and hell, there were two of them!

“Yes. Yes, that’s true. I very much want to eat some pussy,” I replied. I was sitting next to Peggy on the sofa, and with that she leaned over to kiss me. Philip was sitting across from us, and I could see him watching eagerly as the show began.

I kissed Peggy passionately on the lips, our tongues roaming and our breathing becoming erratic. Now Joyce came over and started undoing the buttons of my dress, one by one, kissing my exposed flesh as she went.

“Peg, take a look at this!” Joyce said, staring in awe at my heaving chest. My size 38D breasts awaited their attention. Peggy and Joyce each grasped a tit and quickly teased my nipples into erection. I glanced over at Philip and winked at him, mourning the words, “Thank you.” Then I closed my eyes to savor the pleasure I was feeling.

Joyce’s hands started to move slowly up my bare legs. I undid Peggy’s blouse and fondled her small but firm breasts, getting hotter and wetter by the second. I suggested we all get undressed and lie down on the living room floor. As Philip watched, the three of us took our time undressing each other, taking in every tiny detail of each other’s body.

Finally, we all stood naked. Joyce set to work on my breasts again, while Peggy’s hands roamed my body. She started at my feet and stroked her way very slowly up my legs, first one and men the other. When her fingers reached my pubic hair, my knees buckled. Joyce and Peggy gingerly laid me down on the soft carpet. Joyce resumed her tantalizing teasing of my boobs, while Peggy’s fingers started playing with my clit. With a soft moan I spread my legs apart for her.

Philip was sitting in the best seat in the house. His face mirrored my own excitement and passion. He had taken his cock out, and his growing erection was grasped firmly in his hands. I smiled at him once more before totally abandoning myself to Joyce and Peg.

Peggy’s fingers playing with my crotch were so tantalizing that I couldn’t take it any longer. “Eat me, Peggy,” I moaned. “Please, eat my pussy.” Peggy looked up at me, a beautifully wicked grin creeping across her face. Her eyes were glassy, and seemed to melt into mine. Slowly she began to slither down my body, caressing me as she went along. When her mouth reached my twat, I started to whimper. “Oh, that feels fucking amazing!” I breathed. Her tongue felt absolutely delicious. It flitted around my clit with a slow rhythmic motion, its warmth and wetness mingling with my own. She eased a finger into my pussy, then started to move it with exquisite slowness in and out of my slit. My muscles spasmed and clenched around that probing digit. I was so hot!

Meanwhile Joyce was massaging, tweaking, licking and sucking my tits, driving me to even greater sensations. “Oh Peg,” I gasped helplessly. “Oh yeah … Oh God! … Fuck me! Oh shit, oh God … yes … yes!” I started to feel the heat spread. “Oh God, I’m coming!” I screamed. My body spasmed and shook convulsively, and Joyce and Peg slowly eased off their ministrations.

“Oh my God!” I said breathlessly. “That was too bloody amazing!”

Joyce and Peg stretched themselves out alongside me, one on either side, and gave me the best hug I have ever experienced, full of love and tenderness. I moaned and hugged them back, loving the warmth and passion of these two beautiful women. I felt my nipples harden again. Then realized that part of my lifelong fantasy was still longing to be fulfilled.

“I need to eat your pussy, Joyce,” I said. Joyce stroked my breasts wife tender hands. “Whatever you wish,” she said throatily. Peg rolled away, caressing my body as she did, and I lay flat on my back. Joyce straddled my head and positioned her cunt directly above my mouth. Its delicate odor made me dizzy. I gazed up at that sweet pussy, noticing how different it was from my own. I was feeling exhilarated. This moment was what I had always dreamed about, and my fantasy was about to come true. I grabbed Joyce’s buttocks and pulled them down until I was able to touch her with my tongue. She tasted so sweet and lovely!

It’s hard to describe the emotions that rushed through me at that moment. What made it really incredible was that the act of eating pussy was even more fabulous than I’d ever dreamed. It seemed to come so naturally to me and to make me feel so good, that I had absolutely never been so turned on in my life.

After a few minutes of thoroughly enjoying my first taste of female honey, I felt Peg’s tongue creeping its way up my thigh. I moaned deeply and spread my legs wider. When her tongue reached my clit I heard myself moaning, “Oh God, Peg. Eat me!”

Joyce was moaning loudly too. My tongue lapped at her clit, and I reached up and plunged a finger into her twat, moving it in and out of her slowly, then faster and faster. Joyce was now writhing wildly on my face, crying out, “Oh God, Donna. Lick me, baby! Fuck me. Oh yes, oh yes!” I was moaning and whimpering now, trying to stay focused on my sweet-tasting Joyce while Peg was driving my frenzied body to the point of ecstasy.

All at once Joyce went rigid above me, sighing and moaning and gasping for air as her climax overtook her. As her juices flooded my face I felt ripples of heat spread up and down my own body in wave after wave. “I’m coming!” I cried, my voice muffled against Joyce’s twisting twat. “Oh God, I’m coming!” My hips were bucking as if I were electrified. And I was! Electrified with the passion of making love to a woman. Two women! I had never felt more right, more naturally and thoroughly satisfied, than I did right then.

I turned my head to glance at Philip. He had jerked himself off as he watched us; his recently spent penis was still in his hand, limp now, but oozing his juices. His body was slumped in the chair, as though he had just run a marathon. His sweat-drenched hair hung over his eyes, and the silliest lopsided grin played over his mouth.

Too weak at that moment to stand up, I crawled over to him, propped myself on his knees, smiled up at him and purred, “Thank you, lover.”

Peg called out, “I don’t know about you guys, but I think all of us ought to stick around for the whole weekend. What do you think, Donna?”

I turned to see Peg and Joyce lying there with their arms wrapped around each other. I smiled widely in agreement. As I turned to Philip to gauge his reaction (as if I didn’t already know what that would be!) I felt his finger plunge deep into my dripping cunt. I gasped as another electric charge raced up my spine. Philip smiled wickedly at me and nodded his head. I knew this was going to be one hell of a weekend, one that was going to change my life forever. And I couldn’t have been happier!—
G.O., Harris-burg, Pennsylvania

HE LENDS OUT HIS TIRE TOOL AND GETS HIS PERSONAL TOOL SERVICED

I have read
Penthouse Letters
for many years now. Even my voluptuous wife, who says that her full lips are “made for sucking dick,” enjoys the magazine.

I was making love to her last week when I told her I’d like to watch those lips of hers sucking off someone else. She gave me an impish smile, but didn’t reply.

Last Saturday night we were out partying. Around two in the morning we were feeling horny and rushing to get home when our car had a flat. I got the flat tire off and put the new one on, but my tire tool broke as I was tightening the lugs. Now totally frustrated, I threw my hands up, upset at not being able to get home to fuck my wife.

At that point a truck pulled up behind us, and a tall, well-muscled guy got out to see if he could help. When I told him what was wrong, he got his tire tool out and tightened the lugs. My wife, who was feeling no pain from the drinks she’d consumed, leaned out of the car to ask what was up. Her hard nipples were poking out the material of her low-cut top. I got in the car and told her she should do something nice for our friend with the tool. She smiled and said okay.

She leaned out the door and called to him. He came over to her side. From where he stood looking down at her, I knew he could see her exposed titties almost down to her rosy, erect nipples. She told him that I wanted her to do something nice for him. She fondled his dick through his pants. He just smiled.

“Ooh,” she said. “A nice big one. Would you like me to suck that big fat dick of yours?”

The man’s smile widened. He undid his pants and pulled out his dick. When she saw it, she said, “Oh, this will be fun! It’s not the biggest I’ve had, but it’s a beauty.” She ran her fingers over his balls and said: “I hope you have a lot of come in your balls. I just love come.”

She raised her delightful ass up in the air, raised her miniskirt over her hips and swiftly pulled off her panties. Then she parted her legs and slipped a finger into her open, glistening pussy. Bending down, she flickered her tongue over the head of his dick and slid it around the shaft, teasing him, then slowly engulfed his erect member with her mouth. It was quite a turn-on to see her red lips undulate over the stranger’s dick. It was about the size of mine, but possibly a bit thicker. She started thrusting her finger in and out of her pussy as her mouth moved up and down the length of his saliva-slick shaft.

After a few minutes of this, my own cock was so hard it could have broken rocks! She began to moan incoherently and then came hard. The smell of her pussy juice was intoxicating. After she came, she pulled his dick out of her mouth, jacking it with her hand and moaning, “Mmm, your cock tastes so good! Please come for me, baby. I’ve got to have your come!”

She began to suck him again, squeezing his balls with one hand and stroking the base of his shaft with the other. She sucked him wildly, as though she was trying to literally pull his come out with the suction of her lips. At last she drew her mouth off his cock, but held it wide open as she pumped the throbbing pole with her hand. And now he came, spewing his jism into her eager gaping mouth.

I watched her swallowing everything he gave her, gulping down each spurt of come as it splashed into her mouth. When his spasms slowed, she slipped his dick back between her lips and sucked hard, draining out the last drops. Pulling away again, she swallowed slowly this time, savoring the taste of his sperm. Then she smiled at him languorously and told him his come was the sweetest she had ever tasted. The man thanked her, zipped himself up, picked up his tire tool, got back in his truck and drove away. My wife and I went home and fucked all night long.—
R.T., Springfield, Massachusetts

WHEN SHE SAYS, “WILL YOU FUCK ME WHILE MY HUSBAND WATCHES?” CAN HE SAY NO?

One night while out with my friends at a local nightclub, I was approached by a woman in her late forties who asked me to dance. I accepted and danced several numbers with her. As we were dancing she explained to me that she and her husband were swingers, and that he liked to watch her being fucked by another man. Then she asked me if I would be interested in fucking her while her husband watched.

I was kind of surprised that a woman was asking me to fuck her, and definitely surprised that she wanted me to fuck her in front of her husband. However, with a hard cock, I agreed.

When we arrived at their house we made small talk for a short time, and then she leaned over and kissed me. I felt slightly strange, but the strangeness soon turned to anticipation. Here I was about to fuck this married woman right in front of her husband. It was sort of like, “Yeah, that’s right, I am kissing your wife directly in front of you. Not only that, but I am about to have my cock buried balls-deep in your wife’s pussy while you watch.”

Our hands roamed each other’s body, and soon we were both naked on their bed. We lay close to each other and felt each other all over. Her husband watched as my hands caressed her tits, ass and pussy. He just watched, he never even jerked himself off.

Then she lay on her back, spread her legs and pulled me on top of her. As I crawled between her legs I became very excited and could not wait to have her. I started fucking her with long slow strokes. Then I teased her by fucking her with just the head of my dick for a few minutes, before going at her again with everything I had.

Then I turned her over on all fours. I moved up behind her and started fucking her doggie-style. I wondered what her husband was thinking while watching his wife on her hands and knees with her tits shaking as a strange man fucked her from behind. It did not take long for me to blow my load into this man’s wife.

Afterward we talked for a while, and then I went home. I have been fucking her now for five months, usually once or twice a month and usually in front of her husband. She has come over to my apartment twice without him, but on those occasions she calls him on the phone so he can listen. She is slightly more vocal during those times. I try to say little things like, “Roll over so we can do it doggie-style.” Or, “I love it when you lick my balls.” I like him hearing those things, and I think he does too.

Maybe one day I will introduce her to some of my friends. We can all take turns fucking her while her husband listens.—
Y.E., Trenton, New Jersey

HE WATCHES IN AWE AS HIS YOUNG FRIEND SEDUCES AN OLDER MARRIED WOMAN

The event that I’m about to relate happened twenty years ago, but it’s still very fresh in my mind.

A little background on the principal participants. My neighbor, Irene, was a forty-five-year-old career woman with a very high-level job as assistant to the president of a company. Her husband was a wealthy businessman who always seemed to be working. She was always immaculately well dressed, and possessed high and, I thought, unshakable morals. She stood five feet eight inches, with long beautiful legs, a full 36DD bust and a pretty face with green eyes and short wavy blonde hair.

My younger brother had a friend named Barney, a weird baby-faced guy of eighteen, with a good build, but a really goofball personality. My brother and I used to make fun of him when he hung around our house, but Irene always defended him, and we teased her about having a crush on him. She said he seemed like such a good boy; but my brother and I had heard him brag on numerous occasions about his many conquests of the opposite sex.