Letters to Penthouse XVI

by Penthouse International

  When Lindsey returned she sat down and asked for my hand. I gave it to her and she placed it under her skirt, saying, “Do you feel how hot and wet I am?” I did, and I started to massage her pussy through her panties. She began moaning again. “Have you ever felt someone who is pierced?” she whispered, taking hold of my hand and placing it under her panties. With my fingers on her wet pussy, I could feel two studs in her cunt lips. I massaged her clit and placed two fingers inside her. Lindsey placed her hand on top of mine and began masturbating. After she came, I removed my hand and we took turns licking her juices off my fingers. I told her that my dick was overflowing with pre-come. She said “Can I taste?” I reached down into my pants, scooped some of the moisture off the head of my dick and placed my fingers in her mouth. She licked the pre-come off them.

  Just then one of the flight attendants walked by and asked if we needed anything. I suspected that she was aware of what we were doing, but I hardly cared anymore. I wanted to lick Lindsey’s pussy so bad. I wanted to put my cock inside her. But I was too nervous to go any further than we had. After a while the long flight caught up with us and we fell asleep.

  When I awoke the plane was preparing to land. I later found out that my wife had never left her seat during the entire flight. I could have gone through with fucking Lindsey after all.

  Lindsey and I had some conversation as the plane landed and taxied. I gave her my phone number and asked her to call me, but I had the feeling she never would. To her I was just a passing adventure on a plane, and I had not even taken full advantage of it. The ironic thing is that I told my wife about it afterward, and she said I should have gone ahead and done it. I was surprised. Even when we were swinging we had always done it together, never separately. I asked her if she would have done it in a similar situation, and she just smiled and said that sometime she’d tell me what had happened to her in the coach section that night.

  And when she tells me, I’ll tell you.

  —P.W., Atlanta, Georgia

  SHE USED TO BE JUST A KID, BUT NOW SHE’S OLD ENOUGH TO LOOK GREAT IN A HOT TUB

  It was an incredibly beautiful morning. I was sitting in my hot tub with a mug of freshly brewed coffee at my side just as the sun broke over the horizon. The air was still and the ocean was unusually calm. The rollers came in like clockwork, and the sound of their breaking on the sandy shore echoed on the deck of our beach house, where the hot tub was located. It was late fall and most of the vacation homes were closed for the winter. I was about to do the same with ours. Once I finished languishing in the tub I would drain it, close and lock the windows and doors and drain the plumbing for the winter. But now was the time to enjoy the last moments of the fall.

  Normally my wife and I would be closing the beach house together, but this year she was away, helping her sister remodel her kitchen, so for the first time since we bought the beach house I had been left alone to close it for the winter. It was a nice time of year. The tourists were gone and I had complete privacy. At least that’s what I thought. If I had been more aware of my immediate surroundings, I might have realized that the blinds on the house next door were now open. But I wasn’t paying attention. I had risen from my bed nude, made the coffee and carried it with me to the tub, enjoying the privacy that allowed me to walk around stark naked.

  I was musing over the benefits of the late fall when I suddenly realized the doorbell was ringing. I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around me and dripped my way to the front door, wondering who the hell would be at this deserted beach location so early in the morning. When I opened the door it took a few moments before I recognized the young woman standing before me. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and, clad as she was in a sloppy oversized sweatshirt and jeans, she could have been any good-looking college coed from any university anywhere. When she smiled at me and said hello, calling me by name with a “Mister” attached, I realized she was the daughter of the owners of the beach house next to ours. I had not seen Sherri since she had graduated from high school and had gone off to Europe to go to college. That had been at least five years earlier, when our beach house was new and we had gotten together with our neighbors at a celebration bash thrown by our builder. Sherri had been more interested in our youngest son, Ralph, than in us, and I had spent only a few minutes chatting with her before she disappeared with Ralph to attend a beach party.

  “Hi, Sherri,” I gulped when I finally recognized her.

  She gave me a warm smile. “I came to join you for coffee and the hot tub,” she said as she moved into the foyer, pressing close to me and reaching out to grasp me around the neck. She raised her lips to mine and gave me a very warm kiss. It may have started out to be the kind of salutation family friends might exchange upon greeting each other, but it soon changed to a deep, open-mouthed kiss of passion. She pressed herself urgently against me, and I could feel her breasts mashed into my chest, could feel every contour of her lower body through the thin fabric of my towel.

  Finally she pulled away and whispered into my ear, “You’re alone, aren’t you?” It was a statement, not a question. I nodded and moved her gently aside so I could close the door.

  I led her to the deck and told her to jump into the hot tub while I went off to the kitchen to get her coffee. I stopped in my bedroom and got into my swim suit, thinking she probably was wearing one under her clothes. When I returned to the deck she was already in the tub, her sweatshirt and jeans carelessly discarded nearby. I stood there awkwardly with the coffee mug in my hand, and two realizations came to me: one, that the blind on the window of the house next door was now open, so she had probably seen me in the nude; and two, that she was nude herself.

  Her breasts bobbed nicely on the bubbling surface of the water. I held the mug of coffee out to her as she playfully wrenched the towel from my waist. She chuckled with mild amusement when she saw my swim trunks. “Why are you wearing those now?” she said. “I woke up early, hoping to watch the sunrise, and when I opened my blinds I saw you get in the tub, so don’t be shy now.” She reached out and curled a finger under the waistband of my suit, tugging it down. Her touch had an instantaneous effect. I felt myself harden as I stepped out of the trunks, and I quickly slipped into the water.

  For a short time there were no words spoken. We both watched the slowly rising red sun just above the horizon. The beauty of the scene almost made me forget that I was nude in my hot tub with an equally nude woman no older than my son. Almost, but not quite. She was too beautiful to be forgotten. Her brown hair was tied loosely in a pony tail, her blue eyes danced as they watched me with amusement, and those wonderful breasts kept rising and falling in the turbulent water of the tub. Her nipples were hard and protruded prominently from bronzed coronas mounted high and themselves swollen and perky on her well-shaped breasts. I felt my cock stiffening further, even before her hand fell against my thigh and began to slide toward my groin.

  Instinctively I reached for her wrist and held it gently, not wanting either to urge her on or hinder her exploratory moves. When she felt my hand on hers, she clasped it with her other hand and moved it toward her own groin, pressing my fingers into her warmth. “I want your finger,” she said, and understanding immediately, I pressed my index finger between her hot pussy lips. She guided me even closer and urged me to probe more deeply. She was warm and slippery and ever so inviting.

  “Hot tubs make me horny,” she said. I felt her clit grow firm and hard, and I tweaked it a bit before penetrating her pussy. When I found her G-spot and pressed it between my stroking finger and the thumb that rested just above her clit, she gasped and stuck her legs out rigidly till her feet hit the tub on the opposite side. Her whole body stiffened with passion, forcing her up from her seat in the tub as a powerful spasm wrenched her from head to toe.

  For a few moments she savored the sensations. Then, as she recovered, she quickly turned to me and straddled my legs, lowering herself until my cock danced across her pubes and slowly insinuated its way between her l
abia. “I’ve got to have that hard prick inside me, now,” she gasped, and sat down hard, making her wish come true. I moved my head to her breast and grasped her nipple between my teeth, nibbling gently, then moved to suckle her other nipple. I could feel the blood pulsing in her vagina as she gently rocked back and forth, urging my cock even deeper. Finally I had to slow her down so I would not come too soon. She sensed this and sat quietly until my movements told her it was safe to continue.

  We kissed wildly as she rode me some more, and then she broke away and urged me to sit up on the edge of the tub. “I want to taste you,” she said as she knelt before me and opened her mouth to accept my turgid cock.

  “I bet you can taste yourself,” I countered. She made an affirmative sound but went on ministering to me, bringing me once more to the verge of climax. I did not want to come that way, so I pulled her up and out of the tub, wrapping her in my towel as I led her to my bed. She lay back wantonly, spreading her legs and beckoning to me. I wanted to plunge into her once more, but decided to taste her instead. “My turn,” I murmured as I knelt on the floor next to the bed and pulled her body to the edge.

  The first thing I tasted was the chlorine from the hot tub in her pubic hair, but her sweet nectar soon overpowered the chemicals as my tongue sought it out. Her clit was hard and protruding and I slid my tongue around and under it, then scraped it lightly with my teeth as I moved down to slide my tongue deep inside her. She was moaning loudly, savoring every sensation, and finally she began to jerk as the spasms of another climax overtook her. I kept my tongue busy, bringing her to several more orgasms before she finally pushed me away. “Enough,” she gasped. “Get back inside me. Please.”

  I got up onto the bed again, pulling her legs up onto my shoulders, and moved quickly to fill her with my hardness. Almost immediately she began to spasm once more. The clenching of her vagina was all it took to set me off. I came with one spurt after another, draining myself and filling her with my hot semen. Our mouths met in the aftermath of our mutual orgasm, and we rolled onto our sides as we both felt the gradual ebbing of my hardness.

  We might have slept for a bit, but I finally moved to get up. “How about breakfast?” I said.

  “Sounds good,” she replied. “But you know, I’m not here alone.”

  “Well, invite him for breakfast,” I responded, pointing to the telephone.

  She laughed. “He’s a she,” she said. It seems Sherri and her good friend Jeanie had driven up to the beach house on a whim late the previous night. “You’ll like Jeanie,” Sherri promised as she picked up the phone. “She gets horny in a hot tub, too.”

  —Name and address withheld

  SHE GETS HER KICKS FROM SURPRISING STRANGE MEN WITH THE GIFT OF HER BODY

  I love it when they can’t believe what’s happening to them. All their lives they’ve dreamed about something like this, but they know it will never really happen. Then I come along and they can’t believe it. I do it every so often, just to enjoy the way they react. Well okay, I also just like doing it with strangers from time to time.

  Yesterday I was in the mood. I put on the tight blouse and short skirt I usually wear for such occasions, and I went for a walk.

  Sometimes it’s a guy out mowing the lawn in front of his house. Older retired guys do that a lot, and they’re really grateful for any young stuff they can get. I’ll ask them if they can give me a glass of water. Usually they’ll take me into their house. God, I love their faces when I start taking off my clothes.

  Sometimes I’ll go with a construction guy who whistles at me. All his working life he’s been whistling at girls, and none of them have ever responded. Until me. You’d be amazed at how confused these would-be studs can get.

  But this time it was a young guy in a store. An electronics store. I looked in there and he was behind the counter, all alone. He was maybe nineteen. Kind of geeky-looking, maybe even a virgin. I went in.

  “Hi,” I said.

  “Hi. Can I help you?”

  “No, but I can help you.”

  Puzzled look. “What do you mean?”

  “I’ll show you.” Actions speak louder than words. I went around the counter, and as he stared at me I went down on my knees and opened his zipper.

  “Holy shit!” he said. “What are you doing?”

  “This is your lucky day,” I said. “Relax and enjoy it.”

  As I took him in my mouth I heard him gasp. Then I heard the door open and someone came in. I was hidden by the counter, and I didn’t stop. “Oh Christ!” he said. “Can I help you? Oh Jesus!” And he came down my throat.

  The customer came around to see what was happening, so what the hell, I did him too. You should have seen his face.

  —R.C., Dallas, Texas

  SURPRISE VISIT FROM A SEXY NEIGHBOR LEAVES HIM WITH A SOUVENIR AND A SMILE

  There’s this woman in my building named Maxine I’ve been trying to get with for a long time. Yesterday when I came home from the gym, like I do four times a week I headed straight for the shower. What I didn’t know was that Maxine had used the spare key I hide outside my door to let herself in.

  When I got out of the shower and entered my bedroom, there lay a vision in white. Maxine was spread out on the bed in a slinky baby-doll teddy I bought for her months ago, hoping she might one day wear it for me. I was in a state of semi-shock. The only part of me that could move was my cock, which instantly made a tent of my towel.

  Maxine smiled and asked if I was just going to stand there. That snapped me out of it. I leapt on the bed, my cock pointing to the sky. We kissed, and Maxine grabbed my prick. She stroked it, then slid down and licked around my balls. By the time she engulfed my cock with her gorgeous lips, I was going crazy. Moments later, I shot my wad down her throat.

  I figured it was only fair to return the favor, so I sucked on her toes and then worked my way up her. By now her nightie was in a heap on the floor. I sucked her breasts like there was no tomorrow. I slipped one finger, then another in her wet hole. Then I replaced my fingers with my tongue. She moaned as I gave alternate oral attention to her clit and her pussy.

  In a few moments she said she was about to come and grabbed the back of my head. I shoved my tongue deeper in her pussy. When she came, we didn’t rest. I rolled her over on all fours. My penis had come back to life, and I wanted to fuck her doggie-style.

  I slid in her soaking-wet cunt with one thrust. I started slowly and gradually built up speed. Soon I was driving my cock in her with jackhammer strokes. I felt her building toward another orgasm, and just as I was about to come, she pulled away and rolled over. She gave my cock a couple of strokes, and as I came on her tits, she climaxed. She scooped up some of the come and licked it.

  We fell asleep in each other’s arms. When I woke up, she was gone. I thought it was a dream. But she left her panties with a note saying she’d surprise me again sometime. I hope it’s soon!

  —F.V., Atlanta, Georgia

  THE STAKES IN THIS CARD GAME WERE SEXUAL, BUT WHO WON AND WHO LOST?

  Deirdre and I had known each other for years, but this was the first time I had visited her new apartment. We had been sweethearts in college but had gone our separate ways. We married other people, and both relationships ended in divorce. Now fate, and our deep feelings for one another, had brought us back together, and back into one another’s bed.

  I arrived early in the evening, with no special plans except maybe to eat dinner and spend some time together. After Deirdre gave me a quick tour of her place, we proceeded to sit on the new living room furniture and snuggle. The snuggling progressed quickly to serious kissing and laying on of hands. Soon my tie was off, and the buttons of my shirt were undone.

  While Deirdre was working on my buttons, I was kissing her neck in all the right places. She always said this drives her wild, and I enjoy doing it. I really get turned on by her reaction—the way her breath comes in short, panting gasps.

  I was nibbling my way slowly to her ear when she s
topped me. She had heard my stomach growling and was afraid she had been rude, not having offered me anything to eat. I assured her that food was not what I was interested in right now. She raised her eyebrows in mock surprise and said, “Oh, it’s not? Then what exactly are you interested in right now?”

  It wasn’t a question that needed an answer. At least, not a spoken one.

  I reached for her again, but she had had a chance to cool down a little, and she suggested mischievously that we get out the cards and play a little blackjack, but with a twist. The idea was that one person would deal out the entire deck without shuffling, and each time one of us won a hand, the winner would get to do whatever they wanted with the loser.

  Now I consider myself a pretty good blackjack player, but I lost big-time that night—if you can call it losing! With each hand she won, Deirdre removed another piece of my clothing. I finally won one hand and got her shorts off. Once they were removed, I licked slowly up her inner thighs. She still had her underwear on, but I saw that my actions were making it very moist.

  We continued to play out the deck, and I continued to lose. After the next hand, Deirdre trickled her tongue down my chest as I lay on the floor. I brought my arms up to touch her body, but was quickly reprimanded for interfering. She continued sliding her tongue over my hips and down my thighs.

  I thought that she was going to continue on to my lower legs, but suddenly she brought her tongue straight to my swollen balls, slowly licking her way around my testicles and up my shaft to my waiting head. She ran her tongue around the head a few times, then took all of me deep inside her mouth. She kept me there, using her tongue on me until I felt myself getting close to the edge. Then she stopped licking me and moved up to kiss me on the lips. In the process her breasts slid over my balls and my shaft.