Letters to Penthouse XII

by Letters to Penthouse XII- It Just Gets Hotter (epub)

  “Okay.” I loved eating her out, and I did it until she came. Then I fucked her, and I tried to imagine she was Sheila, but it was difficult. Her breasts were too big, her body too curvy. I enjoyed the hell out of it anyway. But she hadn’t answered my question about watching them, and I figured that was the end of it.

  Next day I was out in the garage working on my car when Sheila came in. She was wearing very short shorts, and a halter top that was tied above her midriff. “Hi,” she said. “Rebecca tells me you want to watch us together.”

  I nearly dropped my wrench. Sheila laughed at my obvious confusion. “I don’t have a problem with that,” she said. “But Rebecca does. She thinks you want me, and that if you see me naked you won’t be able to control yourself.”

  “That’s crazy,” I said. “I love Rebecca. I wouldn’t be unfaithful to her for anything.”

  “Well, that’s too bad,” Sheila said. “Because I told her I’d be willing to let you watch us, but only if I could fuck you.”

  My throat went dry. “What—what did she say?”

  “She said no.”

  “Oh.”

  “But I have an idea.”

  “What?” I said.

  “You can hide in the closet.”

  “You mean—hide while you’re…”

  “Right. I’ve looked it over. You’ll be able to crack the door and watch all you want. I’ll make sure the lights are on.”

  “But Rebecca objects—”

  “She won’t know.”

  “I don’t want to deceive her,” I said.

  “Jesus Christ!” Sheila said. “What’s wrong with you? You get to watch us and you get to fuck me too. Why would you turn that down?”

  “I love her,” I said.

  “I told you,” came Rebecca’s voice. And she came out from behind a stack of boxes where she had been hiding. “I told her you wouldn’t do it,” she said to me. “She thought she could tempt you, but I knew you love me too much for that.” She came up to me and kissed me. “Now you get your reward,” she said.

  With that she turned to Sheila and untied her halter top. Sheila responded by placing her hands on Rebecca’s ass and pulling up the short skirt she was wearing. The top came off and I saw Sheila’s breasts, petite compared to Rebecca’s gorgeous melons, but high and round and perfectly shaped. The nipples hardened as I watched, and Rebecca put her mouth on one. My cock was hardening too, and I sat down on a wooden box, watching in fascination.

  Rebecca raised her head and they kissed, their mouths fusing together and their tongues working. Sheila’s hands were under Rebecca’s skirt, pulling down her panties. Rebecca began to squirm and pant as the blonde’s fingers worked at her crotch. She broke the kiss and put her hands over Sheila’s breasts. “Let’s go inside,” she said breathlessly.

  “What for?” Sheila said. “Let’s do it right here.”

  “It’s dirty here,” Rebecca objected.

  “You like it dirty,” Sheila said. “Don’t you, baby?” Her hands were moving under Rebecca’s skirt. I wished I could see what they were doing. As if reading my mind, Sheila tugged the elasticized skirt down and let it fall. The panties were around Rebecca’s knees. Sheila had a hand between her legs, with two fingers up her cunt and one diddling her clit, while the other hand rubbed her ass. As I watched she found Rebecca’s anus with her forefinger and began to worm it inside.

  Rebecca gasped, her body jerking and her hands tightening on Sheila’s breasts. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, I do. You know I do, you sweet little bitch.”

  “Then let’s do it,” Shelia said hoarsely. “Let’s do it right on this filthy floor. I’m gonna fuck you till you scream, and your husband will watch it all.”

  Their words were getting me as excited as their actions. As they sank to the floor together, I slowly unzipped my fly to let my throbbing pecker out into the open.

  Sheila ripped open the buttons on my wife’s shirt while Rebecca scrabbled at the blonde’s shorts, pulling them down. I was fascinated by the sparse light patch of pale hair at Sheila’s pussy, so different from Rebecca’s heavy dark bush. Both naked now, the girls attacked each other with hands and mouths, licking and sucking and stroking every inch of each other’s body. I couldn’t take my eyes off the two contrasting bodies, one so dark and full and voluptuously curved, the other pale and slender, but amazingly sensuous and supple.

  Those bodies twisted and squirmed and rolled about, and finally positioned themselves crotch to crotch, their heads pointing in different directions, their legs forking each other’s body as they rubbed their pussies together. Loud moaning, gasping sounds came from both of them as they writhed against the dirty floor. Their hands found each other, joined and held fast, as if they were pulling each other more tightly together. My cock felt like it was about to burst, and I couldn’t keep my hand away from it.

  Sheila looked at me with slightly glazed eyes, grinning. “You like this, huh?” she grunted. “You like me fucking your dyke wife, right, George?”

  “Fuck me, baby,” Rebecca said, gasping out the words. “Ohh Christ… fuck… you sweet… lovely … ohhh yesssss …” And Rebecca came, her body jerking so hard that her huge breasts shuddered and bounced with each spasm.

  I was stroking my cock unashamedly now, and I stroked faster as Sheila began to climax as well. The slender body arched and twisted, her pussy grinding fiercely against my wife’s as she cried out her fulfillment in a series of hoarse shouts. At the same time my cock erupted, spewing hard spurts of come into the air.

  The girls lay sprawled, their heavy breathing gradually slowing. I suddenly felt self-conscious and put my cock away, zipping myself up. But Rebecca and Sheila showed no such modesty as they slowly untangled themselves, stretching their naked bodies luxuriously. Sheila grinned at me. “Don’t put that away,” she said teasingly. “The show’s not over yet. Is it, baby?” She put her hand on Rebecca’s pussy.

  “Not till you eat me out, sweetie,” Rebecca replied. “I know you love to do that.”

  “And I know what you love,” the blonde said. “I brought a whole set of dildos, you know.”

  I saw Rebecca’s eyes glisten. “Did you bring the strap-on?” she breathed. “The big black one?”

  “Bet your ass,” Sheila said. “You want it, baby? You want me to fuck your sweet dyke pussy with it?”

  Rebecca nodded. Her breasts moved up and down with her accelerated breathing.

  “Then can I fuck your husband?” Sheila asked.

  “No, you can’t.”

  “You’re so selfish,” Sheila said. “Want me to go get the dildo?”

  “No. Let him get it. Tell him where it is.”

  Sheila told me, and I went back to the house to get it. When I returned I found them in a 69 position, licking and slurping each other’s cunt like mad. I sat down and watched and my cock got hard again. The dark body and the blonde one rolled back and forth, muffled sounds of passion emerging from their busy mouths. My cock was out again by the time they both came.

  After a brief period of recovery, Sheila took the thing I had brought back and strapped it around her waist. The big black dildo stuck up and out, so long and thick that I couldn’t believe Rebecca, or any woman, could take that up her cunt. Rebecca’s eyes glowed as she looked at it. I had never seen that expression when she looked at me.

  “Fuck me,” she said to Sheila.

  “Suck it first,” Sheila said. “Get it wet.”

  So Rebecca got onto her knees in front of the standing blonde and put her hands on Sheila’s ass and opened her mouth and took that big black thing inside it as far as she could. Then she started to suck it. I watched her moaning mouth moving up and down, saw her tongue working, watched her try to swallow it, without success, but still trying. Finally Sheila pulled it away, and Rebecca immediately turned over and got onto all fours, her legs wide apart, her long dark hair hanging down to the floor.

  “Look how much she wants it,” Sheila said. She moved f
orward, crouched behind my panting wife and placed the tip of the dildo against her dripping pussy. Rebecca caught her breath and pushed back against it.

  “I want to fuck your husband,” Sheila said, taking the dildo in her hand and moving the head of it teasingly up and down Rebecca’s slit.

  “Do it,” Rebecca groaned. “Dear god, please do it!”

  “Do it? You mean fuck him?”

  “I don’t care. Damn you! You tease! Give it to me! Please!”

  I was amazed to see my wife so desperate to be taken. I only wished I could have had that effect on her. But I never had. Sheila grinned over at me. “You heard her,” she said, and then she pushed her hips forward and drove the head of the giant dildo between Rebecca’s cunt lips.

  Rebecca’s head came up, and she drew in her breath with a long, loud, sharp hissing sound. “Yes!” she cried, pushing back against the dildo again, grinding her hips so that the thing sank further inside her. “Oh god yes!”

  Sheila began to move now, slowly at first, fucking the black dildo gradually deeper inside Rebecca’s pussy. With each forward thrust my wife gave a cry of passion such as I had never heard from her. Her body twitched and twisted, her dangling breasts swaying and bouncing like crazy beneath her body. I was hardly even aware that I was stroking my cock again. Sheila was moving faster now. She reached around to grasp Rebecca’s swinging breasts, pushing forward until the black dildo was buried almost to the hilt inside my wife’s cunt.

  “I’m going to fuck him now, Rebecca,” Sheila said, above the sound of Rebecca’s loud moaning. “I’m going to fuck your damn husband, okay?”

  “Oh… Jesus… god…” Rebecca rasped out, between her cries of passion. “Don’t… stop… Just… Christ… don’t… stop …”

  “Come on,” Shelia panted at me. “Come and fuck me now.”

  If ever I wanted to do anything, I wanted to do that right then. And yet I hesitated.

  Sheila stopped moving. Rebecca wailed. “Rebecca,” the blonde said, “tell him to fuck me.”

  “Fuck her!” my wife yelled desperately. “For Christ sake, fuck her! Fuck her damn bitch brains out!”

  I couldn’t resist any longer, even if I had wanted to. I got up and moved to them, crouching down behind Sheila. I reached around and put my hands on her breasts. Her hip movements slowed, allowing me to position my dick at the opening of her pussy. I pushed in. Sheila gasped softly and stiffened for a moment, then began to move faster again. I moved with her, matching my rhythm to hers. Her cunt was tight and hot around my aching prick. As I plunged repeatedly into her body, the force of my thrusts added to the force of hers as she went on fucking my wife. Rebecca was going crazy, babbling and bucking and jerking, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out very long, the way Sheila’s pussy was milking and tugging at my cock.

  I don’t know who came first. I think it was Sheila, and though she cried out and I felt her cunt twitching and spasming as she climaxed, her orgasm was gentle compared to Rebecca’s. My wife’s screams were deafening, and the convulsions of her body nearly threw the two of us off her. Somewhere in there I shot everything I had left into Sheila’s body.

  We all collapsed again, and I might have fallen asleep. The next thing I knew Rebecca was leaning over me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, and kissed me gently. “I’m sorry,” she said again. Then her mouth moved down, all the way down, and then she was sucking sweetly on my limp cock, which didn’t stay limp for long. I became aware that Sheila was lying alongside, watching with a little smile as my wife sucked me to climax.

  Sheila stayed for another week, but I never asked to watch them again. Sometimes I would hear them going at it, hear Rebecca’s cries of ecstasy, and sometimes I would jerk off to them. When Sheila left she gave me a package to open after she’d gone. It turned out to be the black strap-on, along with a note saying, “Maybe this will come in handy.” Rebecca knows I have it, but so far I haven’t used it, and she hasn’t asked me to. One day I will try it out. I wonder if it will help.—G. T., Columbus, Ohio

  SHE SAID SHE WAS STRICTLY A MAN’S WOMAN, TILL HER FRIEND CHANGED HER MIND

  I was over at my friend Jane’s house last week, and as usual she was pissing and moaning about her problems with her latest boyfriend. I always told her that men are no good, and she should give them up and try girls. Girls are better in every way, and I always volunteered to show her what I meant. Because Jane is one damn sexy piece, with her long black hair and dark eyes, and a body that drives men crazy, and drives me crazy too. But she always said she was a man’s woman, and that was that.

  But this time she was so pissed off at this guy, whoever he was, that she said she was giving up men for good. I said hey, great, how about trying girls then? Here I am, honey! She just laughed and said she didn’t mean that. So I said if she was giving up men, what was she gonna do for sex? Jerk off? Why should she resort to that when I had a perfectly good mouth and a perfectly good pair of hands to satisfy her with. Not to mention a pretty damn good body, too. I offered to show it to her. She said no thanks, unless I had a penis my body just didn’t interest her. I reminded her she had just said she was giving up penises, but she said not penises, just men.

  I was getting a little pissed myself, because I wanted her so much and she wouldn’t even try it. I got up to go to the bathroom, and while I was in there I took off all my clothes. I mean everything. Then I just went out and stood in the middle of her living room stark naked. Jane looked startled and asked me what I was doing. I said I just wanted to show her what she was missing.

  I didn’t really expect anything to happen, I just did it on impulse. I just kept standing there, and she was sitting in a chair sipping a drink, and she looked at me, and I let her. Finally she said, okay, I had a nice body, and probably if she was a lesbian she would want to have sex with me. I said she didn’t have to be a lesbian, she could just be a girl who wanted to have sex with another girl. She just laughed. But she was still looking at me. Then she said well, supposing she did want to have sex with me— which she didn’t, of course—what would she have to do?

  Well, I know an opportunity when I hear it, so I made it good. I said she wouldn’t have to do anything at all, unless she wanted to. I said I would do everything. I said I would start by taking her clothes off, and then I would touch her all over her body. Then I would kiss her. And lick her. All over, I said. Until she was begging me to do more. Then I would lay her down and put my mouth down between her legs and lick her cunt. I would nibble on her clitoris until she was going crazy. I would stick my tongue up her cunt and fuck her with it. I would lick out her juices and I would eat out her ass and I wouldn’t stop until she came at least half a dozen times, and they would be the best orgasms she’d ever had.

  Jane said that was very interesting. She was trying to play it cool, but I could see she really was interested now. Curious, anyway. Which was enough for me. I moved closer to her. She took a sip of her drink, but she didn’t move. When I was right in front of her I asked her if she wanted to touch me. She hesitated. She started to say something, then stopped. Then she raised her hand and put it on my breast.

  My nipple started getting hard right away. She saw it and touched it. She moved her hand around a little, feeling the contours of my tit. Her other hand was still holding her drink. I let her feel me a little. Then I asked her if I could kiss her. She didn’t say anything. I leaned forward. For a moment I thought she was going to turn her face away, but she didn’t. In fact her mouth came open a little just as our lips met. I felt good about that, and it made me bold enough to sneak my tongue into her mouth. There was a long hesitation, and then she met it with the tip of hers. I felt I was home.

  Still holding the kiss, I reached for the buttons on her blouse and began to open them. Jane made a noise against my mouth, but she didn’t stop me. I stuck my tongue deeper in her mouth and finished opening the blouse. Then I broke the kiss. She didn’t move, she just looked at me, her eyes wide. I took the glass
out of her hand and put it on the table. Then I sat down on the arm of her chair and pulled the blouse open. I looked down at her boobs. She didn’t have a bra on. She didn’t need one. They stuck out like god was holding them up. When I saw her nipples were stiff I was really encouraged. I asked her if she wanted to go into the bedroom. She said no. It was like if she did that, she was really admitting that she wanted this. If we just stayed there it would be like accidental or something. What the hell, I didn’t care, I’d do it anyplace.

  I leaned down to kiss her tit. I got my lips around the nipple and sucked it a little bit, brushing my tongue over it. Jane made a kind of hissing sound and I saw her hands tightening as she held on to the chair arms. I moved to the other nipple and did the same, then opened my mouth and took as much of her tit inside it as I could, sucking and licking. This time I heard a definite moan. It was soft, but it was a moan all right.

  Now I slid off the chair arm and got down on the floor in front of her. I pushed her skirt up as much as I could, because she was still sitting on it, and pulled her legs apart. I ran my hands up her inner thighs, then put my mouth down there. Jane sort of sighed and slid forward in the chair. This made her skirt slide back and made it easier for me to push it out of the way. I kissed and licked her thighs as far up as I could reach, and while I did I tried to pull down her panties; but she wasn’t ready for that Like it was the final token of surrender or something, and she was still playing the innocent although by now every damn atom in her body wanted it almost as bad as I did.

  Okay, I could play her little game. I lifted up her legs, drew them further apart and placed them over the arms of the chair. This gave me much better access, and I continued licking and kissing my way up her thighs, my hands meanwhile reaching up to stroke her tits. Then I put my mouth on her crotch. It was covered by her panties, but I wasn’t letting that stop me. They were thin, and tight, and they were soon sopping wet from the combination of my saliva and her oozing juices as my lips and tongue played with her clit and pussy through the thin material.