Letters to Penthouse XII (29 page)

It turned out that our backgrounds were very similar, and we seemed to hit it off quite well. As I drank more wine, I became less guarded in my conversation, and finally decided to blow Rhoda’s mind by telling her about my threesome, just to get a reaction. To my surprise, she expressed interest in my story, and even hinted that she had briefly entertained that same idea herself, but had dismissed it as aberrant behavior. At that point I sensed that she was ripe for some new experiences, and I didn’t hesitate to improve the opportunity.

I gave her every delicious detail of what had gone on that day, from my initial hesitation to my complete surrender to sexual pleasure. As I spoke I began—almost unconsciously at first, and men deliberately—moving my cool glass of wine over my hot, yearning breasts and swollen nipples, through my thin top, helping to stoke the fire I could feel rising in my pussy.

As I continued my tale, I noticed that Rhoda seemed to be loosening up. Once or twice she hesitantly brushed her own breasts with her fingers as my description became more detailed. One thing I mentioned to her was that I’d always wondered what a woman tasted like. I said I had felt another woman’s pussy, and had immediately understood why men enjoy cunt so much, but that I had been too nervous to actually taste it. Now, however, I had to admit I was curious.

At that point I decided to throw caution to the wind. I had been looking at the distinct shapes of her obviously stiff nipples as they pressed against her shirt, and now I asked her if I could feel her tits. She was extremely apprehensive, but I assured her I’d stop immediately if she felt the least bit uncomfortable. After a few indecisive moments, she acquiesced. At first I just ran my fingers gingerly over the slopes of her breasts, familiarizing myself with their contour while noticing how her nipples grew even stiffer in response to my touch. As her breathing started getting heavier I placed my hand inside her shirt. She jumped a little, and I withdrew until she relaxed again. Then I proceeded slowly to raise her shirt, fully appreciating the view of her lovely naked breasts as they were uncovered. Carefully I began to run my wine glass over them, which brought a smile to her face. I “accidentally” spilled some of my wine on her breasts, and immediately used my tongue to lick it up—so it wouldn’t stain her clothes, of course. By this time, between the wine and me, she was totally relaxed and beginning to get excited. She said she enjoyed the cool wine on her breasts, and would I mind doing that again. I did not have to be asked twice.

As I continued to play with one nipple while licking wine off the other, I suddenly felt Rhoda’s hands hesitantly removing my top. This made me hotter than ever. I reached down to my crotch and began to slowly massage my pussy through my tight jeans as I lay back, topless now, and let her explore my tits. For several minutes I reveled in her tentative touch and her gentle yet urgent inquisitiveness.

Finally I asked her to stand up with me, and then really began my campaign of seduction. I took her boobs in my hand and kneaded them, tickling her nipples until they stood straight out I then rubbed my own nipples against hers, eliciting a soft moan from her throat. As we slowly slid our breasts against each other, I nimbly ran my fingers over her exposed flesh, sending chills through my body and, I hoped, hers too. I asked her if I could undo her jeans, and when she agreed I slowly, tantalizingly, yet tenderly removed them, caressing her every step of the way. I saw that her panties were soaked, and I gently brushed my fingers over her crotch area. She responded by pressing herself against my hand, which I took as an obvious signal to continue. This slight display of desire on her part almost made me come. I was at such an elevated level of arousal that I knew I might have an orgasm at the slightest touch on my steamy twat.

To keep my mind off my importunate passion, I intensified my caressing of Rhoda’s breasts and crotch while kissing and licking her neck, her ears, and finally her mouth. I gave her a deep, long, soulful kiss, to which she immediately responded, to my delight.

Because we were so wrapped up in each other and in what we were doing, we hadn’t paid attention to how long it had been since the guys left. But by now they were back. My husband told me later that he and Steve had planned to sneak up on the cabin and pretend they were wild animals, to scare us. But were they surprised when they crept up to the windows and found that the wild animals were their wives! They stared, momentarily mesmerized by the scene unfolding before them. Danny said they had to keep double-checking with each other to be sure that it was indeed their own wives they were watching.

At that point I noticed some movement outside the cabin, and realized it was our husbands being voyeuristic. On impulse I decided to put on a show for them, and began seductively removing the remainder of my clothes, and then masturbating like a porn star. I got so carried away that I almost forgot Rhoda was there, until she moaned and told me how hot I looked. She was not aware of the guys watching us through the window, and I didn’t see any reason to enlighten her.

Since we were both significantly aroused, I asked her if she’d consider granting me my one unfulfilled desire, by letting me taste her musky dampness. She acted hesitant, but I could see that by now she wanted it almost as much as I did. I reminded her that I was as much a virgin as she when it came to this. Then I kissed her lingeringly and began to move down her body, flicking my tongue over her’ breasts and down her stomach. Kneeling down, I pulled off her panties; but at first I bypassed her pussy and went straight to her inner thighs. Her legs got weak and she collapsed into the chair behind her. She was getting so wet I thought I might need scuba gear to fulfill my desire!

I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by her scent; I could finally understand why my husband said that pussy was the best perfume in the world. At first I lightly grazed her pubic hair with my face, allowing that scent to permeate my senses, then began rubbing my nose and cheeks into her wetness. I could tell that her diminishing apprehension was being replaced with a growing desire. Her hips rose slightly from the chair, and an almost inaudible moaning sound was coming from her throat.

Remembering the guys watching outside the window, I played the scene to the hilt, attacking Rhoda’s pussy with renewed vigor. Her juices ran freely, and I thirstily slurped up every drop I could get, though some of it ran down my chin. Then I carefully inserted two fingers into her vagina, to which she immediately responded with an undulating motion and a hoarse groan, which quickly rose in crescendo until she came so forcefully that I was convinced I would come just from her pleasure.

I was on the verge of orgasm anyway, and when Rhoda recovered I asked her if she’d stroke my pussy. She drank the last of her wine and said, “What the hell, sure.” I guided her hand to my hot wet snatch and showed her just how to stimulate my clit to bring me to ecstasy’s door. The lady turned out to be a quick study, and did me almost as well as my husband. The wet sloshing noise emanating from my pussy must’ve turned her on, as she started to massage her crotch as well. This was almost too much for me—especially knowing Rhoda’s husband was watching in amazement as she steadily lost her inhibitions. As my mind started to drift into a sexy reverie, I was jolted to reality by the unmistakable presence of a tongue on my clit, and was completely astonished to realize that Rhoda was muff-diving me, and obviously enjoying herself! It did not take me long to come so hard and so intensely that I thought the ecstatic convulsions in my crotch would last the entire weekend.

As I was recovering I could see that Rhoda was looking worried. When I asked her what was wrong, she said she couldn’t believe what just happened, and begged me not to say anything to anyone else about it. I assured her that I wouldn’t, and told her that after a while she’d feel better about it. Rhoda said she was more worried about her husband’s reaction than her own, so I said it was my opinion that her husband, like most men, would be extremely happy to have such an uninhibited wife. Rhoda heartily disagreed, and I responded by simply turning her towards the window, where she now saw her husband, his face lit up with a combination of awe and euphoria, due to what he just witnessed.

Rhoda was taken aback at first; but when she saw the approval on Steve’s face her whole manner changed. Proudly naked, she moved sensuously toward the window, motioning for the guys to come inside the cabin. Which they did, and we all proceeded to—but I think I’ll save that for another time.—
G.L, Austin, Texas

WHEN THE HUSBANDS GO FISHING FOR TROUT, THE WIVES GO FISHING FOR PLEASURE

Lori and I had been left by ourselves for the weekend. Our husbands had gone away on their annual trout-fishing trip, so I invited Lori to stay over with me. We happily planned a couple of days totally devoted to pampering ourselves.

On Friday night we toasted ourselves with wine, and decided that from that moment on our weekend had begun. Saturday, after sleeping late, we went shopping, had lunch and then went back to the house to try on our new outfits. Lori had bought a very short minidress that molded her perfect body nicely. I was envious of the way her breasts filled out the top of the dress like two sun-ripened grapefruit.

Later that day we had an hour-long workout and a jog before retiring for the evening. I took my bath first, telling Lori to make herself comfortable while she waited. So she plopped on the bed and pushed the play button on the VCR remote. I had totally forgotten that Jake and I had been watching a porno movie the night before he left. I was embarrassed for Lori to know that we indulged ourselves in those films for sexual pleasure, but Lori didn’t seem to be offended by the movie. Instead, she was aroused. She admitted that she and her husband also enjoyed pornos. I was also pleased to hear that she especially enjoyed the ones with just girls. She decided to watch the movie while she waited for me to finish my bath.

The bath was very soothing. The hot water all over my body gave me instant pleasure. I laid my head back and closed my eyes to relax. I couldn’t believe Lori knew one of my sexual secrets. I didn’t know what to expect from her, or what she might expect from me. The thought took me back to the red dress and how amazingly good it looked on her. Then I pictured her without the dress, and I felt a sudden tingle in my crotch; On impulse I placed my fingers on my clit to ease the sensation. It felt so good that I decided to take a few extra minutes to enjoy myself. The hot water felt sensational as my pussy lips sucked it in and out of my hole. It turned me on, and soon I came with a burst of pleasure. After a minute I climbed out of the tub and dried off quickly, hoping Lori wouldn’t be curious about me being in there so long.

When I opened the door, she was there on the bed, still watching the movie of two beautiful babes licking each other to death. She lay there with her legs spread and her finger all the way up inside herself, slowly moving it back and forth, with her hips slightly off the bed. I couldn’t believe how delicious her pussy looked. Or how aroused it made me feel.

My appearance didn’t surprise her. She just looked at me with her eyes half rolled back, and asked me to please touch her. I didn’t know what to do. I went slowly over to the bed. “Please touch my tits,” Lori said. “It will help me.” I felt there was no harm in that, so I cupped my hand over one of her breasts and let the nipple roll between my fingers. She gasped and I thought I’d hurt her, but it was a gasp of pleasure. I really enjoyed watching her get off in front of me. I could tell that she enjoyed it as well.

After circling her breasts with my finger, I slowly ran it down over her stomach. She let out a loud moan and said, “Don’t stop!” I sat up, unsure what to do next, and as I did so my tit grazed her face. With a quick movement she brushed her warm tongue over my nipple. This instantly made me wet and made me yearn for something between my legs. Suddenly I found myself rubbing the inside of her thigh, and even brushing her bush with my hand. Lori moaned and, spreading her legs, begged me to continue.

With my fingers I spread her pussy lips to expose her pink, wet clit sitting up hard as a rock. I rubbed it, making her squeal as I followed the path down to her soaking wet hole. I inserted my finger into her pussy, feeling how soft her insides were. The walls of her cunt were contracting so hard that she kept pushing my finger out, but I pushed it back in. It wasn’t until she asked me to lick it that I realized I wasn’t going to be able to resist tasting her hot juices. I buried my face in her twat, probing her pussy with my tongue. I sucked her pussy and her clit, rocking my head back and forth. When she came she soaked my mouth with her pleasure. The more she came, the faster I lapped it up.

I was surprised at what I had done, but was willing when she wanted to return the favor. We licked each other the rest of the night.

When our husbands returned, they wanted to know if we had pampered ourselves as planned. We told them we certainly had, and that we intended to do it more often.—
D.Y., Butte, Montana

SHE SAW HER LESBIAN FANTASY FULFILLED AT LAST—AND SO DID HER BOYFRIEND

For about six years I had an ongoing fantasy about being with another woman. Two years ago, to my boyfriend’s delight, I revealed this desire to him. Over and over, as we screwed, I whispered into his ear what I would do to a woman if I had one. I talked about eating pussy, sucking hard nipples and finger-fucking so much I believed I had already done it. Cleve, my boyfriend, loved to get me started on these fantasies, because he knew they turned me on like crazy. Besides, he had always wanted to see me nibbling on a cunt while he watched with a rock-hard cock. We knew it was only a matter of time before we turned that fantasy into a reality. We talked about it many times, and it engendered a lot of dynamite orgasms. We began getting antsy for the real thing, and began looking for a suitable woman.

Our chance came one Halloween night at a party given by some friends of ours, a very attractive couple. Stella is a petite redhead, with piercing blue eyes and an awesome set of tits, firm and forever at attention. Darren, her husband, has the build of a soccer player, stocky and muscular. His sexy chestnut eyes sweetly contrast with the innocence of his smile. For this Halloween party Stella was dressed as a vampire, while Darren was in drag. He enjoyed comparing his falsies to my breasts, which are more than a handful for any man.