Letters to Penthouse V

by Letters to Penthouse V- The Ways of Sexual Pleasure (epub)

  CURVACEOUS CLIENTS SHOW THEIR ASSETS TO REAL ESTATE AGENT

  I’ve been selling real estate for six years. Just recently I began specializing in the resale of larger, more expensive homes in exclusive neighborhoods.

  One Friday afternoon I got a call about one of our split-level palaces from a woman with a sexy-sounding voice. She said her name was Tammy. She and her girlfriends had come into a large amount of money, had bought a disco in New England and were looking for a winter home in Florida. The particular house she was inquiring about seemed to be just what they wanted. I made an appointment to show her the home; within half an hour I was steering my van up the driveway.

  There were four lovely ladies ranging in age from mid- to late twenties, I guessed, waiting to greet me. We had a round of formal introductions, beginning with Tammy. She was the eldest and the spokeswoman for her group. Her long legs and waist-length blonde hair were stunning. Then came Jill, Bev and Lisa. Jill was a knockout with a Lady Di hairstyle. Her slender frame made her tits look almost too big for her to carry. Beverly was the shortest of the four, but her figure and face were fantastic. Finally I met Lisa. She had reddish-blonde hair and the most beautiful smile you can imagine. I explained to the girls that the owners had left most of the furniture to be sold with the home when they bought a condo on the beach. They were therefore anxious to sell.

  We went inside, and I began pointing out the finer qualities of the place. Tammy was asking all the questions, while the others whispered to one another and giggled.

  Halfway through the tour, I realized that Bev and Lisa were no longer with us. Tammy said that they were probably getting the feel of the place.

  As we were about to enter the game room, I thought I heard soft, moaning sounds. Sure enough, when we entered the room, Bev and Lisa were there, and in the nude. I felt the blood rush to my face and to my prick at the same time. Bev and Lisa had taken pillows off the couch and spread them on the pool table, and there they were, in a 69 position, licking each other’s cunt like they owned the place. I was shocked, but I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

  Tammy laughed and said it looked as if they had found a home. Then Jill suggested we join the party and celebrate their new house. The next thing I knew, Tammy was putting a lip-lock on me and Jill was pulling my pants down and starting to lick me. I could hardly believe what was happening to me, but I wasn’t going to resist. Tammy let me come up for air, and then she stripped. The two on the table were climaxing. Tammy went over and began to lick the come off their lips and help them off the table.

  Jill stopped sucking me long enough to get undressed while Tammy led me to the pool table. She had me lie on my back, then got up and straddled my cock. Jill came over and began kissing me. She asked whether I could take one more. Before I could answer her cunt was spreading over my face. I began licking Jill’s twat, and Tammy was still riding up and down on my shaft. With the feel, the sights, the sounds and the taste, I thought I must have died and gone to heaven.

  I was zeroing in on the pussy on my face when a gentle hand took mine and directed it to a very wet slit. So, with one pumping my cock, one on my mouth and one in my hand, I wondered what the other sexpot was going to do. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. I felt a hand massaging my sweat-covered nuts. My juice exploded inside Tammy. About the same time, Jill’s cunt let loose with a stream of come in my mouth.

  After we untangled, poor Tammy was still yearning to come, so she assumed my position on the table, and Bev licked Tammy’s cunt while Lisa sat on her face. Jill and I watched the show before us, and it wasn’t too long before my rod was poking out in front of me again, like a purple pistol ready to go off. I walked up behind Bev and played with her pussy while she was still slurping Tammy. Jill took hold of my prick and masturbated herself with her other hand. Shortly thereafter all five of us were gasping in another climax.

  After resting for a while, I suggested that I go get some booze and snacks to keep up our energy so we could party all night. Tammy looked me right in the cock, licked her lips and promised everyone that she was going to get a mouthful of my cream all to herself before we were done. When I got back we were all ready for action. Tammy fulfilled her promise, and the rest of that night was incredible.

  They never did buy the house, nor have I seen or heard from them since. But I’m always hoping for a repeat performance when I show those big homes in the fancy neighborhoods.—Name and address withheld

  ALWAYS WEAR CLEAN WHITE UNDERWEAR SO PEOPLE CAN FIND YOU IN THE DARK

  As a young New York executive, I sometimes have trouble finding time for fun. I recently had to fly down to Fort Lauderdale for a business meeting. Since the meeting was on Friday, I decided to stick around for a few days and soak up the sun.

  The meeting was ten hours of pure boredom, but it finally passed. I rushed back to the hotel, quickly showered and, thinking of all those beautiful Fort Lauderdale babes, slipped on a pair of tight, shiny-white bikini briefs I had recently bought. Because I usually spend all day in Brooks Brothers suits and boxer shorts, this underwear had caught my eye in the store a few weeks before. I have to admit that after I pulled the shorts on I stood there admiring myself for several seconds. I then finished dressing and headed for the dance clubs along the beach.

  I hit about four clubs, danced with about forty women in black lace miniskirts, and lusted after about four hundred more, but none of them seemed interested in me. After the fifth nightclub, and as many ridiculous cover charges, I found myself wandering down the main drag with a very good buzz but without a single phone number. It was about three in the morning, and I was in no condition to drive back the hotel, so I decided to take a walk by the ocean.

  The beach was just about deserted by then, largely because a big bank of storm clouds had started to roll in. Too drunk to be daunted by a little rain, I started walking along the shore. The water looked enticing. But of course I was still in my street clothes, and even though they smelled like an ashtray full of beer, I had no desire to get them wet and then have to trudge back to the car looking like an alcoholic seal.

  It dawned on me that I was wearing something that would pass for a swimsuit. Without another thought (because I knew that if I thought about it I would chicken out) I ran up the beach toward a row of wooden beach chairs and whipped off the rest of my clothes.

  I plodded down to the shore, entranced by the sound of the waves and exhilarated by my own near-nudity. The breeze was really starting to whip up now, and the tide rolled in with powerful surges as I ran to greet the foamy surf. The water was warm, and I splashed headlong into the waves, enjoying the feel of the cool water against my overheated skin. I played for about half an hour, until exhaustion and the impending storm urged me back to land.

  It wasn’t until I had collapsed on the beach chair that I began to hear subdued but unmistakable moans of pleasure a couple of chairs away. I rolled over and peered between the wooden slats on the back of my chair. There, less than ten feet away, was the hottest, sexiest blonde I have ever seen in my life. She was lying on her back, her skirt hiked up and her legs wrapped around a dark-haired, healthy-looking stud who was still in his clothes, except of course that his blue jeans were undone at the top.

  I lay there, entranced, as they humped and moaned. Through the chair I could see that he had her blouse partially undone, revealing to me a side view of her big breasts, still covered by a lacy bra. She moaned louder and lifted her feet in the air, locking them around his muscular back and opening her skirt so that I could just glimpse her precious ass. When he arched back for a particularly deep thrust, I could see the silhouette of his big, studly dick sliding in and out of view behind her firm thighs.

  As they rocked I began to gently rotate my hips forward and back, pressing my crotch into the chair. In a way it was better than participating, because I could see the whole thing. I felt my cock uncurl beneath the wet material of my bikini, aching to join in the fun. I was so aroused that I almost failed
to notice that the rain had finally begun.

  As the storm moved in, cooling my aroused skin with huge drops of water, the couple packed up and ran for cover. It was beginning to look as if I was fated to a night of complete sexual frustration. I lay there as the rain fell, waiting for my cock to calm down. After a few minutes the rain was gone, blowing over as summer storms on the beach often do. But my erection was still there. It strained against the slippery nylon of my briefs, begging to be released.

  I rolled over onto my back, picturing the woman’s straight blonde hair and her round, tan thighs. I slid my hand down my stomach and across the thin wet material that imprisoned my throbbing cock. I rubbed the shaft, remembering her boyfriend’s big dick sliding into her perfect, young body. I cupped my balls and thought about her moans of pleasure as he fucked her, his muscular ass sliding in and out of the top of his jeans. I looked down at the bulge in my sexy, wet, white briefs, the material so thin that my dick was clearly visible. I grasped the shaft through the thin nylon and wrapped my hand almost completely around it, tugging the material so hard that it pulled away from my body, leaving my balls exposed to the fresh sea air.

  I threw my head back and closed my eyes, pumping wildly and jerking my body around. I felt my climax building, building, and then I felt something else, a presence, and I realized that I wasn’t alone.

  “We liked watching you swim,” she said. “Did you like watching us fuck?” Her boyfriend stood a little behind her, still holding her hand. I looked at him. He looked at me reassuringly and let go of her hand.

  She knelt down beside me and took both of my hands, gently moving them away from my dick so that they hung down on the cool sand. She bent over and kissed my stomach, letting her lips linger, and then slowly planted a series of kisses in a slow progression down my stomach and along the stiff shaft of my cock, still held by the wet material. She curled her hot tongue around the end, licking the drop of come that had formed there and seeped through my briefs. She leaned closer and closed her mouth around the head, right through the material, and lapped at the tip.

  She brought one hand up and closed my eyes, asking me to keep them closed. I felt her soft, pantied ass press into my face. The feel of her soft skin and silky panties was so incredible I thought I would burst out of my briefs. I realized that she was straddling the chair, facing me. As she eased her body down, I felt the warmth of her snatch against my forehead, then my nose, then on my mouth. I reached under her skirt and sank my hands into her ass, pressing my lips into her luscious, soaked crotch. I kissed and tongued her through her panties. She started bouncing and moaning wildly. I squirmed as my cock strained and begged to be set free.

  Suddenly, I felt two hands grasp the sides of my briefs and pull them swiftly down my legs and off my feet. I felt my cock spring into the sea air, finally unleashed from its prison. Instantly it was submerged in warmth and moisture. I was in ecstasy. As I lapped my sexy blonde’s panties, her hot young stud slurped away at my cock.

  She must have sensed that I was about to lose it, because she rose up abruptly and looked down at me. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She licked her lips and smiled devilishly, then giggled and slid backward down my chest and into my lap, coming to rest against my raised knees. She lifted her feet off the ground and onto the back of the chair, one on each side of my chest. Her skirt hung open, exposing the panties I had been sucking so joyfully.

  She looked at her boyfriend, then me, licked her lips again and slid her hands up her own legs and under the elastic of her panties. Slowly, enticingly, she pulled them down those gorgeous, hot thighs, letting them lie at her feet. She raised her ass and eased her perfect little muff down onto the tip of my eager cock. She smiled and gazed right into my eyes, then took a deep breath and took me all the way in.

  She tightened her sweet little walls around me and worked my cock like a piece of clay. I threw my hands in the air and rolled my head from side to side, but she was relentless. Her boyfriend was enjoying all this as much as she was. He was standing next to me and slowly jerking off. The sight of his big dick and his strong muscles made me even hotter, which I didn’t think was possible.

  I reached over and slid my hand up the back of his leg to his tight, sexy ass, and then pulled him toward me. He lifted one leg over the chair and there it was—that big, beautiful dick I had watched plunging into this blonde beauty’s clutching pussy I was so hot I needed no further persuasion. I wrapped my mouth around his cock and slurped away while his girlfriend fucked me into ecstasy. I imagined for a moment that I was watching the action from above, and the scene was so exciting that I shot. My balls contracted and blew intense spurts of come deep into my blonde’s tight little hole. She threw her head back and screamed with delight just as her stud of a boyfriend exploded in my mouth and shot wads of come down my throat.

  We all collapsed where we lay. At least I think we did. I can’t actually prove that this happened, because I was alone when the beach patrol rousted me out and threw me off the beach.—Name and address withheld

  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME—AND TO YOU AND THE STUD WHO CAME WITH YOU

  The phone rang about midnight. I was already asleep, but was happy to be awakened by my new lover, Frank. Frank is married to one of my best friends. We aren’t serious about each other—there is no threat to either of our marriages—but we are serious about fucking. Frank’s woman is really straight. She doesn’t even give head, so Frank went looking for a good blowjob and discovered that I’m the best there is. We’ve been playing around for several weeks, and each encounter is better than the one before.

  Frank called because he was out on the town with his buddy Rick. It was Rick’s twenty-sixth birthday, and they were both pretty high after a night of serious partying. Frank had spoken of Rick before, but I had never met him. Frank wanted to come over—he wanted to make sure Rick would really enjoy his birthday. I said sure. My husband travels, and is away for weeks at a time. I was so horny I would have agreed to anything. I wanted to fuck.

  Twenty minutes later, Frank walked in the door. He’s about six foot two inches tall, with blond hair and crystal-blue eyes. He’s big and hairy—a Nordic teddy bear. He immediately opened my short silk robe and pulled a breast out of the soft beige teddy I had on underneath. He sucked my rosy pink nipple into his mouth and asked if I was ready to meet Rick. I said yes. Frank slid the robe off my shoulders and it crumpled in a heap at my feet. Then he hollered for Rick to come in.

  I was standing there with one breast out of the teddy and Frank’s fingers buried in my golden curls. Frank said, “Mia, this is Rick.” I didn’t get to say anything, because Rick immediately kissed me. What a wonderful introduction! Rick didn’t just kiss me, he made love to my mouth. I don’t think I have ever been so thoroughly kissed. I grabbed a handful of each guy’s crotch, closed my eyes and turned myself over to those two beautiful men.

  Rick is the exact opposite of Frank, physically. Rick is Italian, five feet eight inches or so, with rippling muscles over a flat stomach. His chest is completely hairless, and his small nipples were rock-hard. He has long, curly, black hair, dreamy black eyes, long eyelashes and a full mustache that tickled whenever it touched me. I was sandwiched between a Nordic god and an Italian stallion—I couldn’t have been any happier.

  Frank wanted Rick to see my body so he could fully appreciate what I was about to give him for his birthday. He left the lights on and pulled the straps of my teddy down. I wiggled and the teddy joined the robe at my feet. I’m about five feet eight inches tall and have 38DD titties with large pink nipples. I have long, curly red hair that hangs nearly to my waist and a neatly trimmed golden-red triangle adorning my full pussy lips. I have really long legs, with muscular thighs and calves from daily aerobic workouts. I’m thirty-three years old and the mother of a five-year-old and a two-year-old, but I look damn good, unlike the other computer programmers I work with.

  Rick kissed me again. He slowly worked his way around to my ears and down my
throat, his mustache tickling in just the right places. Frank sat down to roll a joint and told Rick to squeeze my breasts together and suck both nipples into his mouth at once. Rick did, and he had me squirming in delight. By the time Frank had the joint rolled, I had bent over and pulled Rick’s cowboy boots off, gotten rid of his jeans and had his joint as hard as stainless steel.

  Frank reached up, pulled me down into his lap, gave Rick the joint and told him to fire it up. Frank’s hands roamed between my legs, flicked my clit a few times and gave me my first orgasm of the night. That’s how hot I was already. I sucked on Frank’s wet, pussy-juiced fingers until Rick offered to shotgun the joint down my throat.

  We smoked two joints while I lay on the couch between my two lovers. I unbuttoned Frank’s shirt and played with the hair on his chest, at the same time running my foot up and down the insides of Rick’s thighs, massaging his dick and balls.

  When the joints were gone, I wanted a tongue in my twat. I stood on the couch and sat on Rick’s face. He was lying back on the pillows and seemed to be in the perfect position. Rick began running his tongue up and down my soaking-wet slit. I leaned forward and braced myself against the couch.

  I felt Frank kissing my back. He nibbled all the way down to my firm, rounded ass, and ran his tongue all over my ass-cheeks. I don’t know whether it was Rick’s licks on my clit or Frank’s tongue on my full moon, but I had one hellacious orgasm. I screamed in ecstasy.