Letters to Penthouse XVII

by Penthouse International

  I don’t know what my husband would say about all of this, though!—J.N., Montego Bay, Jamaica

  BRENDA WAS COLD SLEEPING ON THE COUCH. DIANE WAS HAPPY TO WARM HER UP

  I’m writing to share with Penthouse Letters readers how my love life picked up recently, and hopefully to inspire a few more women out there to explore their bisexuality.

  I’m thirty, five feet eight, with 34A breasts and auburn hair. I’ve never had a problem attracting men, but I stopped dating them about five years ago because I found women so much sexier. Unfortunately, that side of the street has been pretty bare for me the past two years. Until I met Brenda, that is.

  Brenda is twenty-three, and absolutely gorgeous. She’s got a stunning body—five feet four, with 36B tits and long silky blonde hair. She started working as a secretary last summer in the office where I work as an administrative assistant. We began to get chummy in the course of going out with the other people from the office to hit the local bars on Friday nights.

  Since Brenda lives an hour away, I found myself offering her my couch for the night on several occasions, and she always accepted. She wound up staying over more and more often, and I was sorely tempted, but I was afraid to make a move on her, for fear of what might happen if she didn’t respond the way I hoped. I certainly didn’t want to scare her off, or screw up our friendly working relationship.

  Then one night as Christmas was approaching, it happened. Brenda came back to my apartment as usual, but kept complaining about how cold it was in the living room. We were both a little buzzed, and I’m afraid I didn’t pay much attention to what she was saying. So I went to bed alone, wearing just my thong.

  Not long afterward, Brenda came in my room. “It’s so cold out there,” she said, hugging herself. “Don’t you think we could share your bed?”

  My mind was immediately racing. “Sure,” I blurted out.

  Brenda slipped under the sheets. All she was wearing was a T-shirt. I could sense how tense her body was. Almost immediately she relaxed and sighed with satisfaction, saying how much warmer it was here in my bed. Her face was so close to mine that I couldn’t hold back anymore, and brought my lips to hers. As I did, she opened her mouth and slipped her tongue between my lips. So, she was interested too!

  I was surprised but thrilled at how quickly things got passionate. We kissed and hugged for several minutes until finally I became bolder and began running my hands over Brenda’s incredible breasts. She broke our kiss for the minute, maybe less, it took to quickly pull her T-shirt over her head and toss it on the floor, leaving herself completely naked.

  “There,” she whispered. “That should make it easier for you.”

  I don’t know which enflamed me more, hearing her words or feeling the heat of her breath in my ear. I ran my hands excitedly all over her body. Then I began to suck her tits, while she ran her hands through my hair. Her small nipples grew to hardened nubs in my mouth. I reached down to touch her pussy. She had her bush trimmed very close, and her cunt lips were wet. She moaned at my touch.

  I continued sucking on Brenda’s nipples as my fingers slid up and down her slit, back and forth between her anus and her clit. I felt her heartbeat getting faster, and I started circling her clit with my finger.

  “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Ooh, oh yeah!”

  That just turned me on even more. Soon Brenda was reaching down to touch me between my legs, where her fingers encountered the drenched thong covering my crotch.

  “I want to feel your pussy,” she whispered.

  I smiled as I put my mouth to her ear. “Do you want me to make it easier for you?” I whispered.

  “Oh God, yes!” she gasped.

  She was so worked up, I decided it was time to make my move. I got up on my knees and slowly peeled my thong down. I dragged it teasingly across her face. She sighed. Then I straddled her head, saying, “I think this will make it much easier for you, Brenda.”

  I heard her gasp, but she made no effort to pull away. I found myself wondering if this was her first time too. She did seem a little nervous. But somehow the thought escaped my mind when I felt gentle kisses on my pussy lips.

  “Good girl,” I purred. “Keep going.”

  After a while the gentle kisses became bolder, and in time I felt Brenda’s tongue parting my lips and massaging my clit. I wondered again whether this was her first time. Whether it was or not, she was becoming extremely enthusiastic. I know that I was certainly enjoying it.

  I felt more and more aroused thinking about having this beautiful woman lodged between my legs, which only made me ride her face more vigorously. We developed a rhythm, with me sliding up and down over her mouth with each probing stroke of her tongue, and soon I had my first orgasm of the night, filled with lots of moaning and shaking.

  But orgasm didn’t stop Brenda. She kept right on licking and sucking my cunt, my clit and my asshole for what must have been a full half hour before I finally collapsed on the bed.

  As soon as I was able to speak again, I asked her what she thought about the experience.

  “I’ve always wanted to do that!” she panted. “And I was hoping it could be with you—ever since we met. Then when it happened, I couldn’t believe it was actually happening!”

  I leaned over to kiss her. Her face was still wet, and she smelled and tasted like pussy. I gathered some pillows and placed them under her ass. She probably thought I was going to do to her what she had done to me, but I had other plans. I said for her to close her eyes, and I reached under the bed to retrieve my eight-inch strap-on. I got it on and properly adjusted, then told Brenda it was okay for her to open her eyes.

  She saw me kneeling there with the big dildo sticking out, and her jaw dropped. “Wow,” she said. Then, after a pause: “Are you totally lesbian?”

  I said I really hadn’t dated anyone in a long time, but I definitely preferred women.

  “That thing makes me really think so,” she said, indicating the strap-on.

  “Well, are you ready for it?” I asked.

  Brenda didn’t answer for several moments, but there was no mistaking the curiosity I saw mixed with lust in her eyes. Finally she replied by raising her knees and spreading her legs wide.

  I moved forward and placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to her wet cunt. Then I began to push it in, slowly. She shivered. Wow, I thought, this girl is tight! But inch by inch the hard latex cock slid in her, until the fake balls rested against her ass.

  “How does that feel?” I asked her.

  “Bigger than any guy I’ve ever been with,” she said. “Please go slow.”

  I pulled the dildo out a little, then slowly pushed it back in.

  “Mmm!” she moaned.

  I pulled her legs up on my shoulders and pushed the fake cock all the way in.

  “How is it now?” I asked.

  “Better,” she panted. “Do it! Fuck me with it!”

  I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her. I hadn’t used a strap-on in a long time, but it gradually started to come back to me. We were both truly enjoying ourselves. I pulled out after about five minutes and turned Brenda facedown. Then I climbed back between her legs and pushed the dildo inside again. I reached under her and found her swollen clit. I started to finger it as I was fucking her pussy.

  This quickly brought her to the edge, and she groaned, “Fuck me, fuck me, Diane!” over and over.

  “Take it!” I shouted back. “Take it, Brenda!”

  In a minute her whole body shuddered with an intense orgasm. Then she went limp. I bent to kiss her neck, the latex dick still buried deep inside her. A couple of minutes later I started again, diddling her slowly with the dildo while stroking her clit lightly, until she came again.

  While we rested, Brenda told me what an incredible turn-on this had been for her, and how grateful she was to me for teaching her how two women can love. Things were going so well, I decided to try to take them a step farther.

  “Have you ever been ass-fuc
ked, Brenda?” I asked.

  “Once, with my ex-boyfriend,” she replied. “I didn’t like it that much, but I don’t think he really knew what he was doing.”

  “Wouldn’t you like to try it with me?” I said.

  She was silent for about ten seconds. Even then she didn’t say anything. She simply nodded.

  I reached under the bed again and got out my old tube of K-Y jelly. I greased up my fingers and slipped a long, lubed digit all the way up Brenda’s ass. The muscles felt so tight and warm. She purred as I fingered her asshole and lubed it for a few minutes. Then I pulled out and put the head of my dildo against her anus.

  “Just relax,” I said. “I’ll go nice and slow.”

  I pulled her hips back so the head popped inside her. She shivered but didn’t stop me. I let her get used to the feeling, then pushed deeper.

  Brenda was practically breathless as she panted, “God, that dildo feels huge in my ass.” It took a good five minutes, but I got about six inches of it up her ass. She was moaning up a storm, loving it, and I was grooving on the experience.

  “Ready for the last couple of inches?” I asked her. She moaned. I took that for a yes. She let out a loud groan when I pushed the last two inches up her ass, impaling my new lover completely.

  Then I began to fuck her backside very slowly. I wanted to give her a chance to get used to the feeling of such a large object in her tight hole, and I guess she did. After about five minutes of this slow, gentle fucking, she said, “Mmm, that feels so cool!”

  “Want it to feel better?” I asked. Again she just nodded, and I pulled her up on her knees and started to fuck her hard, thrusting the dildo deep.

  “Yes!” she shouted. “Oh God, Diane, fuck my fucking asshole!”

  I really picked up the pace then. I reached under her and started rubbing her clit one more time. Her anus was wide open, mine for the taking, and I continued fucking it vigorously. She shuddered violently, crying her ecstasy to the world, then collapsed, trembling and panting. I kissed her neck and told her how wonderful she was as I pulled out of her slick asshole. Moments later we both fell into a deep slumber.

  Brenda was very affectionate the next morning, kissing me over and over and telling me how much she had loved everything we did together. Our relationship progressed quickly from there. She spent more and more nights at my place, and our sexual chemistry continued to be just as hot as on that first night. Soon we realized we had fallen in love, and finally she moved in with me.

  So far it has been a fantastic few months! I find it hard now to imagine what life would be like if I didn’t have Brenda.—D. U., Scottsdale, Arizona

  RUB-A-DUB-DUB, THESE MAIDS IN A TUB NEARLY SET THE LAKE ON FIRE

  It was a warm February day, as it gets warm early down South. The three of us had gotten together for a boat ride on the lake. Our pontoon boat was riding the water smoothly, and we were all becoming very relaxed. We had been friends since high school, and still had a lot of the same interests. We were all married but kept in touch. We wanted to do some catching up, and this seemed the perfect way.

  The boat slowed and then came to a stop. We decided to just drift for a while. There wasn’t much current, so we wouldn’t drift too far.

  There were lots of clouds out, with the sun peeking out every now and again, and it wasn’t too windy—a perfect day to be out on the lake. We had reached a fairly deserted spot, with no boats in sight—the perfect place for the nude sunbathing we wanted to do. We removed our clothes and positioned ourselves. I began to relax. I was so glad to be with my friends, gabbing about husbands and kids, jobs and TV, a little of this and that.

  We had plenty of beer, and a couple of joints to share. We opened beers and passed the first joint. Before we knew it, we had a nice buzz going. We were lying around chatting and giggling. I daydreamed to the sounds the water made as we floated. I closed my eyes and listened to the conversation, and began to have vividly erotic thoughts.

  I became intensely aware that I was lying naked on a boat with two other naked women. I had to look at their bare bodies. Even though we had seen each other naked before, I was having thoughts I had never had. I sat up and looked at them, lying with their eyes closed so they didn’t know I was staring at their tits, at their chests rising and falling, at their nipples erect from the cool breezes blowing across our bare skin. I was definitely enjoying the view.

  The conversation had lulled, so I decided to try to pick it up a little. I asked, “How does it feel to be lying here naked?” Neither of my friends moved a muscle, but both responded.

  “I find it a little exciting.”

  “I find it kind of erotic.”

  I pitched in with: “I find it quite stimulating as well.”

  They opened their eyes, and we looked at one another, then closed our eyes again. I guessed that we were all wondering what the others were really thinking.

  I’m the outspoken one, so I had to take it a little farther. I asked, “Have either of you ever touched another woman intimately?” They both sat up and looked at me. They didn’t look surprised, either. It was as if I’d asked the question they were thinking to themselves.

  “No, I haven’t.”

  “Me either. Have you?”

  I wondered if I should be honest. “I haven’t,” I said, “but I’ve always wanted to know what it was like.” Wow, there it was, out in the open!

  For a few minutes the silence was deafening. Finally one of my friends said, “You know, I’ve always wondered about it myself. I just never found an opportunity to carry it through.”

  I was so glad she said that. The silence that followed was less stressful. I decided not to wait any longer, figuring that if I just put it out there, it would make it easier.

  “So,” I said, “knowing that you feel that way, I wonder if you would like to touch me.”

  She didn’t even move. I thought, God, did I ever blow it!

  Then my other friend said, “I would like to touch you intimately. Will you let me?”

  I was so thrilled, I almost didn’t know how to respond. She moved toward where I was lying, lay beside me and began to fondle my nipples. She tweaked them several times, like a child with a new toy.

  Meanwhile, our other friend was sitting up on her elbow, obviously eager to watch. She moved closer, so that I was lying between my old friends. Each of them was caressing and fondling one of my breasts. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

  I looked at them and asked, “May I touch yours as well?” They said yes almost simultaneously. I reached out and touched one of each of their breasts. What a feeling! My breasts in the hands of my dearest friends, and theirs in my hands. It doesn’t get any better than that!

  I heard faint moans coming from both of them, and realized that I was moaning as well. This was turning into quite an erotic experience. The friend to my left shifted position so she could suckle one of my nipples. My pussy throbbed. My other friend sucked my other nipple. It was more pleasure than I thought I could stand.

  Now they were reaching across me, fondling each other’s tits and squeezing each other’s nipples. What a sight! I was getting so turned on, and it had to be as erotic for them as it was for me. I couldn’t wait to suck one of their tits, so I moved around a little and laid one of the others down. She let out a deep sigh as my mouth approached her erect nipples.

  I couldn’t decide which one to suck first, so I started on the first one I got to. It felt so good, I didn’t want to stop! Our other friend went to work on her other nipple, and as we sucked her, we all fondled each other. It became more and more erotic. She was writhing with pleasure, and I wanted to feel how wet she was. But as my hand moved down her belly, she stopped it. Understanding her reluctance, I moved my hand back up to her tits.

  She was cooing now, and I wondered how I could make her feel even better. She sat up slowly, and moved our other friend so she was lying between us. We began to suck her nipples and fondle each other’s. She moaned and
began a fucking motion with her hips. This turned us both on, and I realized that she was more turned on than we had imagined. She reached up and moved our hands toward her belly.

  I was dying to touch her pussy, but waited for a signal to let me know that was what she really wanted. We continued to suck and tease her nipples. She pulled our partner’s hand to her pussy, and the moan that came out of her throat was almost enough to make me lose control. I leaned back to watch what my friends were doing right before my eyes.

  I watched the hand on the pussy make gentle contact with the clit. Then there were fingers reaching farther down and into the wetness, and the recipient gasped. Juices ran down the fingers. I had never seen such a sight, and I could never have imagined the effect it was having on me.

  As my friend lay throbbing in front of me, I could not stop myself from touching her again. As the probing of her cunt continued, I stroked her nipples, and her moaning grew louder. When I moved closer to her, so as to suck her nipples, she reached up between my legs and began to stroke my clit.

  I was so stunned that I couldn’t move. The stroking of her fingers felt so good! Her teasing was making me throb even more, and soon I was rocking back and forth in that same fucking motion. She moaned with pleasure, and I didn’t know if it was because she was stroking me or because our friend was stroking her.

  She pulled me closer, so my pussy was in front of her face. She went down on me, and it was pure pleasure. I watched the friend who was stroking and finger-fucking the woman who was going down on me. I reached for her and moved her around so her ass faced me. She was still stroking her, never missing a beat.

  Her wide-open pussy was staring me in the face, with her ass in the air. I couldn’t wait to touch it. I saw how wet she was. It was so shiny, it was incredible. She was almost dripping. I wanted to touch it so bad. I reached for her, and instead of touching her, I buried my face in her beautiful pussy.

  I began to lick and suck and fuck her hole with my tongue. She was writhing with passion. She moaned with intense pleasure, as did I, as did all three of us, actually—all stroking, licking and sucking each other.