Letters to Penthouse XII (30 page)

As the night wore on and we filled ourselves with alcohol, Stella began to look more and more attractive. A light suddenly came on in my head, and my cunt began to throb with excitement. I wondered if this could be the night. At one point I caught Cleve’s eyes watching Stella, and I knew the same thought was passing through his horny mind. I saw a bulge grow in his jeans as his cock began to swell, and I smiled. I began to wonder if the other guests would ever leave. I was dying to find out if Stella was a true redhead.

After the others had finally gone, the four of us decided to relax in the Jacuzzi for awhile. Cleve and I had brought our bathing suits for just this purpose. While the guys changed in the living room, I went into the bedroom with Stella. As we undressed I could not take my eyes off her beautiful breasts. She admired their sweet excess in the mirror before she put on her suit. As she slid into her skimpy black bikini, I eyed her cunt and saw that she was indeed a true redhead. I was pleased. I put on a scanty one-piece suit, cut low in front to reveal my fantastic cleavage. I saw Stella looking at me and I knew she liked what she saw. She sucked in her breath and said, “Wow! You look great.” I thought I did too. Men always compliment my body, but this comment from Stella made me wet with sinful delight. By the time we headed out to join the guys in the Jacuzzi I was prepared to give them the best show of their lives.

The hot water in the Jacuzzi and the sexual atmosphere made my nipples hard and caused my clit to swell. Once in the tub I took off my bathing suit, and Stella followed my lead. We kept giggling like schoolgirls as the men watched us, realizing that perhaps something was about to happen.

Stella and I were sitting next to each other. When I couldn’t hold back any longer I turned to her and kissed her with full force. Her mouth accepted mine and our tongues began to dance with each other. In my fantasies I had kissed a woman a thousand times, so I felt like an old hand. Following my instincts, I began to caress her body. I moved from shoulder to back to breast. Her tits were magnificent. They spilled out of my hands and between my fingers as I rubbed them. Once I felt them in my hands I had to feel them in my mouth.

Her nipples stood rock-hard and huge. I sucked them gently, flicking my tongue back and forth, up and down, all over. I reveled in the sensation, switching from mound to mound, kneading and squeezing whichever tit I was not sucking at the time. As Stella moaned in ecstasy, I looked over at the men. They sat in reverent awe, not daring to disturb our sexual domain.

Stella now began to return the attention. She nibbled my neck, ears and nipples until chills traveled up and down my spine. I let my hand slip down her flat stomach and between her luscious thighs. Stella chose not to shave her bush. I was used to fingering my own cunt, which I kept shaved except for a triangle at the top, and the change intrigued me. As my fingers prodded her clit and slid in between her silky pussy lips, she spread my long legs apart, searching the cavity of my cunt with first one finger and then another. As we finger-fucked each other, Cleve and Darren began to get restless. They wanted to see more.

We decided to move our party into the bedroom. Cleve and Darren followed. They had removed their suits and wore white towels wrapped around their waists, which did little to hide their hard-ons. I kissed my gorgeous stud and asked him if he was having fun so far. He replied by grabbing my ass as we walked into the bedroom.

Cleve and Darren quickly found seats, while Stella and I lay down on the bed and picked up where we left off. Lying on top of me, she began French-kissing me with her soft lips and busy tongue. Our breasts pressed heatedly against each other. My hand searched out her sweet pussy. I loved stroking my fingers through her magnificent mound of red hair. I found her milky hole dripping wet and slid a finger inside as far as I could reach. Raising herself up a little, she began to suck my breasts again, going from one to the other and making me moan with delight. She whispered, “I want to eat your pussy.” I agreed to this suggestion with a pleasurable groan.

Stella began by kissing my neck. Then she slid her tongue between my breasts, moved down to my belly button, and finally made it to my wet, expectant pussy. As she lay between my knees I spread my long legs further apart. She took hold of my cunt with both hands and, to my delight, began to work it as no man ever had. She stroked each lip rhythmically up and down while her tongue worked on my clit, moving it wildly between her lips. I began to gush like a busted pipe. I moaned in ecstasy and squeezed my breasts as she fulfilled my dreams between my legs. She sucked and licked my cunt until I was delirious. I could not stand it anymore. I had to taste her.

Following my request, Stella turned on top of me until we were in a 69 position. I had my nose in her cunt, inhaling the sweetness of pure femininity. I closed my eyes and let my tongue take over. I felt her swelling clit between my lips and gently nibbled and wiggled it. I could tell she loved what I was doing by the way she adjusted herself so I could put my whole mouth around her pussy. My tongue slid between her lips and deep inside her gushing hole. The ambrosia pouring from her cunt intoxicated me, and I heard myself groaning ecstatically.

When she stopped kissing my pussy I opened my eyes to discover that Darren hadn’t been able to stand it any more, and had come over to the bed. At this moment he had his tongue down his wife’s throat. This meant Cleve could not be far behind. I looked up to be greeted by his tongue in my mouth.

Stella and I made room for them on the bed. The two of them sandwiched us as Stella and I continued kissing and fingering each other. I could feel Cleve’s huge dick rubbing my ass, and realized I had reached a new height of sexual arousal.

With my fingers deep inside Stella’s squirming pussy, Darren began to prod her from behind, and together we worked Stella into a frenzy of sexual stimulation. Her fingers continued to squeeze my breasts, and her tongue slid from my mouth to my neck and back again. We lay in our sensual delirium for several minutes, rubbing and stroking each other’s bodies. Then I went down on Stella. I teased her at first by wetting her inner thighs with my tongue, passing over her clit with just a slight brush. When I decided she could no longer handle the frustration, I went to work sucking the juice from her pussy. She let out a moan as I shoved my tongue deep inside her smooth ravine. Her cream coated my taste buds. I twirled a finger around my protruding clit as Stella’s chest heaved in spontaneous sighs of joy.

By now Cleve and Darren each had one of Stella’s voluptuous breasts in their mouths. Her hands had found their shafts and were stroking them up and down. Now a hand joined my tongue at her opening. It was Darren’s. He worked his way down Stella’s body with his mouth, which finally joined mine at her pussy, and together we pushed her onward to sexual exaltation. Finally I allowed him to take over the arousal of his wife, which gave me the chance to suck my boyfriend’s awesome dick.

Cleve’s cock felt like steel in my mouth as I sucked it harder than I ever had. I wanted him inside me, thrusting his rod deep into the center of my sexual ecstasy. I lay back, pulling him on top of me, and as his cock slid into place I heard Stella and Darren fucking on the floor next to us. The groans coming from their gasping mouths added to my raging desire, causing my pussy to surge and pulsate. I dug my fingers into Cleve’s back and pulled him deeper and deeper inside me. I could not get enough of his cock. My pussy swallowed every inch of him and still craved more. I felt his pelvis grinding against my clitoris as he pulverized my already liquid cunt with his relentless thrusts. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wrapped my legs tightly around his back and waited for my orgasm. It came with the force of a tidal wave, my pussy throbbing around his driving weapon.

Hardly giving myself time to recover, I stood up and bent over the bed so he could have a different angle from which to fill my greedy cunt. He put his hands on my hips and buried his dick within my cave. I began to slam my ass back at him, and he answered my action with a driving force of his own. We soon established a savagely rhythmic pattern of thrusts and retreats. I bent over as far as I could on the bed to allow him to get every bit of his flesh inside me. Our steady beat became more ragged as his pace got faster and faster. I was on the verge of another climax when I heard him gasp, “I’m gonna come, baby!” I prepared myself for his explosion, feeling his dick surge as come spewed inside my cunt.

“Oh God! Oh Clever I yelled as his swollen cock released its load in spurt after spurt. His orgasm had never felt so powerful before. I screamed loudly, my own ecstasy peaking again as he was still shooting his jism into me.

Come dripped out of my hole and down my leg as we lay on the bed, exhausted from our tryst, and listening to the equally exhausted but satisfied sighs and happy coo-ings of Darren and Stella on the floor beside the bed. When we finally gathered our strength and stood up to put our clothes on, I gazed around the room at the remnants of our orgy. The sheets and pillows were scattered about the room like the exploded fragments of my inhibitions, and I thanked my lucky stars for the precious gift of a fantasy fulfilled.—
J.O., New Orleans, Louisiana

HE THINKS HIS GIRLFRIEND LIKES WOMEN, BUT HE FINDS SEEING IS REALLY BELIEVING

My girlfriend Sheila is a sweet girl of nineteen with large breasts and a tight pink pussy. She is a little on the pleasantly plump side, but that’s fine with me, because I don’t like the kind of girl who looks like she’s been starving herself for weeks. She normally wears her long hair up in a loose bun, allowing some strands to fall gracefully over her cheeks.

One evening I was in my apartment alone, preparing dinner while waiting for Sheila to come over. Before getting into the shower I dug out the vibrator that I had bought for Sheila and set it on the glass table beside the bed. She had used it several times since the last time it was washed, so it still smelled heavily of her precious honey. For a minute I stood taking in the sweet aroma of her past pleasures. As I disrobed and stepped into the shower, I began thinking about a time five months earlier, when Sheila, in a romantic moment, had caressed my face with her right hand. As that hand passed by my nose, I couldn’t help but notice the distinct smell of her pussy lingering on her fingertips. When I inquired as to why her hand smelled of herself, she embarrassedly divulged her little secret.

“When I get to thinking about you my hands wander,” she said coyly.

Excited by this thought, I asked her if she enjoyed touching herself. “It’s not so much the act itself,” she replied, “as it is the thought of you touching me.”

Now, after emerging from the shower, I noticed Sheila’s overnight bag next to the couch in the living room. She was in the apartment, but where? Quietly, I crept to the bedroom door, which stood ajar, and peeked in. The first thing that caught my eye was Sheila’s legs, which were clad in black thigh-high stockings. Her lavender panties were down around her ankles, and a hand was between her thighs. I moved my gaze quickly to her face. It was twisted with pleasure, and her eyes were looking at something I couldn’t see. I pushed the door open wider. Now I saw that she was holding on open copy of a girlie magazine in one hand, while the other was vigorously massaging her wet clitoris.

I was taken aback. At no time had Sheila ever mentioned an interest in other girls. Apparently she was close to orgasm, because when I stepped into the room she just smiled lustfully at me and continued her work. When she reached the pinnacle of her ecstasy, she threw the magazine aside, ripped her hand away from her pussy and put her honey-drenched fingers in her mouth. She sucked them as if she couldn’t get enough of the taste. Then she clutched her right breast and tipped the nipple up toward her mouth. She proceeded to suck one breast, then the other, and then switch back and forth until she had another orgasm. The sight of those female lips clasped around her own tits was enough to send my cock surging under my robe.

Sheila was panting hard, but she managed to gasp out, “Make love to me, please!” She got up on her hands and knees and angled her beautiful butt toward the ceiling, wiggling it to indicate that she wanted me to enter her from behind.

Sheila claims that my cock is a full six inches when erect, but it’s actually closer to five and three quarters. Nevertheless, I whipped it out and lovingly stuck it inside her, thinking as I fucked her of what I had seen her doing just moments before.

Pushing the head of my penis between her swollen vaginal lips almost made me come prematurely, so I moved slowly at the start. Then the pace speeded up, and we gyrated while I softly caressed her bottom. I saw goose pimples running along her spine as chills of pleasure ran through her.

Unexpectedly, but to my excitement as well as hers, she reached for the magazine she had discarded, and flipped to a page that displayed a sexy young vixen eagerly displaying her abundant charms. Looking at this photograph, Sheila and I shared an orgasm that would have shamed anything in a porn flick.

This newfound facet of Sheila’s desires added a pleasing dimension to our relationship, but I still would not have predicted the events that were about to unfold.

Sheila was enrolled in a photography class at her college, and had recently been given an assignment to shoot photos of nude models. Because of her limited financial situation she wasn’t able to afford a professional model, so she decided to find a friend willing to strip for the camera. But her efforts to locate anyone at school brave enough to participate proved fruitless. In a last-ditch effort she called up her best friend, who, unfortunately, lived far away in Missouri, Sheila’s home state. But the friend, whose name was Ellie, agreed to make the trip to help Sheila out. A week later she arrived, and an hour after that the two girls were walking through my door.

The day before Ellie arrived, Sheila had told me some juicy details about their friendship that she had never revealed before.