Letters to Penthouse XVII

by Penthouse International

  I was getting closer, and I could tell that the woman going down on me was getting close too. My fantasies weren’t vivid enough for me to even begin to comprehend what it would be like for the three of us to get off at the same time.

  I felt my own pressure building. I was licking and sucking my woman’s clit, and I felt her body beginning to tense up. She was stroking our other friend, and I could tell by looking at her that her body was tensing up as well. She let out a passionate moan and told us that she was on her way: “I’m going to come.”

  She began the journey to orgasm, and I found myself captivated. I wanted to see this. I wanted to hear this. I wanted to know how another woman experiences orgasm. I wanted to feel it with her. As her body tensed up, readying for the moment of no return, I was completely engrossed in her reaction. I watched as she was stroked and finger-fucked. She cried out with pleasure.

  Right before my very eyes, she was coming. Her body was wracked with spasms. She was moaning with intense pleasure. I could see the release as it changed the expression on her face. I could see her juices all over our friend’s hand, as she slowed her pace. The spasms subsided, and she seemed to come back to earth.

  As she became part of reality again, she became more diligent in going down on me. She was fucking her tongue in and out of my hole. I knew the point of no return was coming for me as well. I was licking clit and fucking my tongue in and out of my friend. Here were two of us preparing for our own orgasm after experiencing hers. We were more than ready for our own.

  I felt my body beginning the journey to orgasm. The muscles throughout me began to tense. She moved her tongue in and out of me, then sucked my clit. I could hardly believe the pleasure. I was heading to the point of no return. As I sucked her clit, it hit me: “I’m going to come.” No sooner said than waves of orgasm washed over me.

  She continued to fuck her tongue in and out of me, until the final waves of orgasm subsided. I felt the throbbing spasm as I came into her face. I was crying out with pleasure like I had never known. I seemed as if I was lost in a sea of immense passion, drowning in my own pleasure.

  As I finally became part of reality again, I was determined to continue this threeway orgasm. I used my finger to fuck her and my tongue to stroke her clit. Her juices were running, and I was sure she was close to reaching the same point that the other two of us already had. As her back arched, I knew I was right.

  She cried out with pleasure as I sucked her clit. She was about to explode with passion. Her whole body was tense and tight. I felt her orgasm beginning. Her juices began to flow. I backed away just enough to watch the come come out of her. This was the most erotic thing I had ever seen—so much so that I felt my own pussy throbbing again.

  She was air-fucking and crying out with pleasure as the last of her come dripped out of her. I put my finger back in her hot hole. I wanted to feel the spasms myself. I had seen it, but now I want to feel it. It felt so good, as her pussy tightened around my finger. I felt each contraction of her orgasm. I had never imagined such pleasure.

  As the last of the orgasm subsided, she fell to the deck, spent. We all three lay there, each of us feeling the effects of each other’s intense pleasure. My pussy was still throbbing, as I’m sure my two friends’ were as well. I was totally lost in the afterglow of my orgasm, and suspected my friends were exactly the same.

  It was quite a while before anyone moved or spoke. We lay there in the sun enjoying its warmth on our naked bodies. Reveling in the satisfaction of having gotten each other off. Never even giving another thought to the fact that it was a spur-of-the-moment action.

  Somewhere in the reality of it all, I heard another boat nearing us. I looked up to see that we had just enough time to cover our naked bodies before it would be upon us. As each of us hurried for cover, the boat pulled up beside us.

  There were three guys on the boat. One called out to us, asking if we were in trouble or in need of any kind of help. I replied that we were just fine, just kind of drifting about for a while. He said he was concerned that we might be in trouble, our having been out here for so long without their seeing any sign of movement.

  Not even giving any thought to what I was saying, I invited them aboard for a cold beer. They gladly accepted, and were in the boat before we knew it. We found ourselves laughing and talking together for what seemed like hours. They said they had to go soon, but wanted to know, would we like to get together for dinner and maybe a little who-knows-what?

  We girls looked at each other and graciously refused. The men got back on their boat and took off into the sunset.

  We sat there, each of us with a knowing expression on her face. We all knew we would never have another experience like this, and that was okay. This one would live long and passionate in our memories. Even if we never speak of it again, it will remain there, for us alone. And that by itself makes it priceless.—N.R., New Orleans, Louisiana

  SOAKED TO THE BONE AND DRIPPING WET, SHE GETS CLOSE TO HER FRIEND’S MOM

  As my bus pulled into the station Friday night about eight o’clock, I rubbed the condensation off the window so I could see what the weather was like. I must have been in a deep sleep during the trip because I noticed that it was raining hard and lightning colored the sky. If I was home on my front porch watching the rain and listening to the thunder it would have been perfect, but after a nine-hour trip stuck with crying babies and a belching, bearded fat man, it was anything but.

  The day before I decided on the spur of the moment to visit my best friend Andrea. The last few weeks at college had felt like an eternity and I knew that just seeing her face, knowing she genuinely cared, would make me forget all about it. Andrea is the type of friend that every woman should be lucky enough to have.

  As I stepped off the bus into the rain, I picked up my leather backpack and got ready to get soaked. I ran over to the pay phone and anxiously deposited thirty-five cents. It must’ve rung five or six times before I finally heard a soft voice.

  “Hello, Mrs. Mitchell. This is Debbie. Is Andrea home?”

  Andrea’s parents had gotten divorced when she was young, and since she lived with her father most of the time I never had an opportunity to say much more than a quick hello to her mom. Her father had also coached our soccer team so I knew him pretty well.

  “Andrea didn’t say you’d be visiting. Does she know you’re coming?”

  “Well no, she doesn’t, really. I kind of thought I’d surprise her.”

  “Andrea’s gone out, and she took my car so I’m not sure when she’ll be back. Where are you now?”

  “I’m about two blocks from your house,” I told her, my teeth chattering. Every second I stood at that phone booth I got colder and colder.

  “Tell you what, Debbie. Why don’t you just come over, I’ll start a bath for you and make you some hot tea. Andrea will be home eventually. She doesn’t usually stay out too late. It’ll be a nice surprise for her.”

  I was just a couple of blocks away from Andrea’s house, so I was on their doorstep ringing the bell in no time. I needed to get out of my wet, white and very cold T-shirt as soon as possible. As for my jeans, just one step inside and they’d be off too. By the time I got to their doorstep, I was soaked from head to toe.

  I couldn’t see her face, but I could make out her silhouette walking closer to me through the frosted glass door. That’s when I noticed, I mean really noticed, my best friend’s mother for the first time. Oh my god . . .

  “Mrs. Mitchell?”

  She opened the door and greeted me with a huge smile. Her hair was wet, so I expect she had just taken a shower. I always knew that she was a very pretty woman, with long hair and a nice set of full lips. She looked like she was probably young when she had Andrea. I saw that she was wearing a man’s white button-down shirt. It was pretty thin, and I could see her nipples showing through.

  “Hi Debbie, it’s great to see you again!” she said with a bright-eyed smile. “My gosh, honey, you’re drippi
ng wet. Why don’t you come in here and we’ll get you out of those clothes.”

  Mrs. Mitchell took my bag and walked inside, setting it down in the kitchen. I followed her close behind. I was still wearing my cold, wet clothes, but every inch of my body was warming up very, very quickly. I just about forgot how cold I was until I walked past the mirror in the hall. I ran my fingers through my wet hair to keep it from dripping into my eyes. You would have to be a blind man not to notice a young woman wearing a wet white T-shirt, especially a woman whose nipples were getting as hard and stiff as mine were.

  I know that Mrs. Mitchell could tell my headlights were on because I was feeling it! I could feel her eyes trying to look deep through my T-shirt. She didn’t really have to look too hard because my nipples were getting harder every second.

  “I drew a nice hot bath for you, Debbie,” she said. “Put your clothes outside the door. I’ll start the dryer up and have them ready for you in no time.”

  I took the towel she was holding out to me and smiled broadly. “Thanks, Mrs. Mitchell. A hot bath was just what I wanted!”

  “I’m sure it was. By the way, I lit some candles for you. They’ll help you relax a little,” she said.

  “Maybe I should show up on your doorstep more often, especially if this is the treatment I’ll get.”

  Andrea’s mother looked up me and smiled, then turned and walked away, closing the door slightly behind her. I noticed the feminine slope of her hips under the white shirt, and the way her ass tightened when she walked. I peeled off my T-shirt and jeans and dropped them in a ball on top of the toilet seat, then took a deep breath, noticing the gentle smell of vanilla and allspice that filled the bathroom.

  As I looked down at the tub, my thoughts drifted to Andrea’s mother and the view of her breasts I got through her thin white shirt. I took my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and rolled them lightly.

  After a few minutes of healthy fantasizing I listened to see if I could tell where Mrs. Mitchell was. I heard her in a distant room, so I figured she was probably in the kitchen fixing me that cup of tea she’d promised. The door was slightly closed, so I placed one foot on the side of the bathtub. I could feel the hot steam rolling up my thigh, adding to the tingling in my pussy. I took my right thumb and forefinger and discreetly reminded myself of the pleasures of being a woman. I was aching inside for something good to happen.

  I heard a voice outside the door. “Are you in the bath yet, Debbie?” A quick rush of excitement ran through me as I imagined being caught. Making a little splash to cover the sound of my masturbating, I managed to say, “I’m just slipping into the tub right now, Mrs. Mitchell, thanks.”

  I started to ease myself into the bath when I felt those eyes on me again. I slowly turned around and there she stood, one arm stretched along the archway and the other laying softly on her hip. The candlelight hit her perfectly. Her hair still wet, she looked delicious, the long white shirt just barely covering her long, slender torso.

  She moved toward me slightly, but that one step showed me the world. I noticed that she had unbuttoned her shirt more so I could see her beautifully shaped breasts. I could feel her reading my face, trying to figure out if I was interested in her, and I knew she was following my eyes. I closed my eyes for just a second, imaging all those buttons open, finally revealing her nakedness to me. As she stood in front of the candles, my eyes caught sight of her pussy. If she took another step closer, I would be able to smell the aroma of her juices.

  “So Debbie, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to take a bath?”

  I opened my eyes and took another deep breath. “I guess I’m going to just stand here,” I laughed before getting into the bubbles.

  Soon she was close beside me on her knees at the edge of the tub. I looked quickly around the bathroom, not quite knowing what to say. “Would you mind passing me the soap, Mrs. Mitchell?” I didn’t notice any in my reach, but I saw a bar resting on the cabinet across the room.

  “There’s some right behind your head. I’ll get it for you,” she whispered.

  She reached across my naked body, and her breasts dipped into the water, soaking them and making her shirt practically transparent.

  “Here’s your soap . . .”

  I reached out for the soap and made sure that my fingers brushed against Mrs. Mitchell’s. Our eyes locked and we seemed to immediately realize we were thinking the same thing. She squeezed the soap in my hand and I squeezed back. By that time my cunt was throbbing. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to kiss my best friend’s mother.

  When she dipped her hand into the water I was sure my prayers were answered, but it turned out that she had just wet her hands so she could rub some soap on my back. That first touch sent a wave of pleasure to my pussy.

  “Debbie, close your eyes, please,” she said softly.

  I did as she said and leaned backward. Seconds later I felt her step into the bath. She knelt in the water in front of me.

  “Open your legs for me, Debbie,” she said, dropping her hand below the water’s surface again. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I knew what I wanted.

  When her fingers came to rest on my thigh my inhibitions just vanished. Grabbing hold of her wrist, I guided her nails through my bush to let her play with my pussy lips. When she started to push a finger inside me, my eyes opened.

  I reached up in search of her nipples. She was driving me insane. With all the sensations building up inside of me, I gave her nipples a little squeeze. Neither of us said a word, but our mouths opened almost in unison. Mrs. Mitchell’s head fell back and we let out a moan of pleasure, our breasts grazing against each other.

  That first kiss was beautiful. I took her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth as she ran her tongue across my lip and over my teeth. A thin sheen of sweat formed on our skin from the combination of steam heat in the room and the heat forming between us. But my mouth was really watering for her nipples.

  Long, delicate fingers snaked through my hair as I lowered my mouth to her pointy, firm breasts. With every swipe from my tongue she moved her hand faster and faster on my cut. My legs began to quiver with the pleasure she was giving me. And for a while I even forgot that Andrea was due home soon.

  As she sucked my tongue deep into her mouth, I could feel my pussy ready to explode. I reached below the water and found the long pussy hairs floating softly between her legs. I rubbed her clit softly back and forth, sometimes covering her cunt with my hand, sometimes sliding my fingers inside her and stimulating every part of her hungry pussy, inside and out.

  She moved faster with my fingers and with every shudder came a sharp gasp of pleasure. Her nails brushed my skin, trailing from my neck down under my breasts. When she started squeezing my hard nipples, I arched my back and rubbed her harder. She grasped my hand and held my finger on the tip of her clit as she came.

  She slipped out of the tub onto a bath mat and placed a terrycloth robe around her shoulders. As she lowered her head, she pulled the robe open for a brief second, giving me one final look at her tits before hiding them from my view again.

  With barely a word, my buddy Andrea’s mom closed the door behind her quietly, the same way she opened it, and walked out slowly.

  The water was starting to cool off after our lovemaking, so I grabbed a towel and stepped out of the tub myself. In the distance I could hear the front door open, followed by Mrs. Mitchell speaking loudly. It was Andrea.

  “Hey Mom, it sure is cold outside, got any hot tea on?”

  I could hear them in the background.

  “Debbie is here, you need to invite her to visit more often. I enjoy her!”

  “Sure, Mom, whatever. How’s about that tea?”

  I blew out the candles and through the slight opening of the bathroom door, I could see Mrs. Mitchell giving Andrea a welcome-home hug. Little did Andrea know she had just done the same thing with me!—D.D., St. Charles, Missouri

  HE W
ATCHES AS A SEXY GYMNAST INITIATES HIS WIFE IN THE JOYS OF GIRL-GIRL SEX

  I’m a thirty-one-year-old salesman and my wife Delia is a twenty-two-year-old knockout blonde with a 38D-24-36 body. She can be very passionate, but until recently she was never sexually adventurous.

  We both go to the gym nearly every day, usually before work. But last Monday, because of scheduling conflicts, we went at the end of the day. That was when we met Penny.

  Penny has red hair, a very athletic build, tits as big as Delia’s and a rock-hard ass. We struck up a conversation while the three of us were working out near each other on the stationary bicycles. Penny told us that she exercises at night to avoid the leering young yuppies looking to pick up the corporate women who frequent the club in the morning. She found that the people at night tended to be more serious about their bodies and were less obsessed with the quest for sex.

  She and Delia compared notes about how guys were always staring at their bodies, especially their tits. (I made a comment about girls staring at my bulge, but they just laughed at me.) They also complimented each other on their appearance. Penny was obviously impressed by Delia’s tits and seemed to be staring at them a little longer than was necessary.

  We all finished our workout about the same time, and the girls went into the locker room together. When I was showered and dressed I went to the lobby to wait for Delia. She took much longer than usual getting ready to leave. I was beginning to think she’d left without me when she and Penny finally came out together, arm in arm and giggling. I asked what was so funny, but they just said, “Oh, nothing,” and giggled again.

  Out in the parking lot, Penny gave Delia a kiss on the mouth and said she’d see her tomorrow. In the car I asked Delia what that meant, and she said, “Oh, we just decided to have lunch together. It turns out we have a lot in common.”

  When I got home the next night Delia practically attacked me at the front door. She was completely naked when she got on her knees, pulled out my dick and started to suck it. She’s never been very enthusiastic about fellatio and usually just does it because she knows how much I love it, but that time she was like a woman possessed. She took me all the way down her throat over and over, and she had never even come close to deep-throating me before. The sensation of being that far in her mouth really set me off. I said that I was about to come, and instead of backing off and finishing me with her hands like she usually does, Delia pulled me deeper and held me there until I filled her mouth with come. She swallowed it all with amazing eagerness, then licked her lips and lovingly sucked me clean. I was really blown away—no pun intended.