Letters to Penthouse XXVII

by Penthouse International

  “Don’t forget to get the back of my legs,” she said then. I moved down to her legs, not failing to notice that her tiny bikini bottom showed about three quarters of her ass cheeks. As I started rubbing her legs she spread them apart, and told me to get the oil between her thighs as well. I was shaking as I rubbed her inner thighs. It was totally turning me on, doing all of this in full view of anyone who might be watching.

  After I had covered her with oil we just lay there tanning and talking for a while. She asked if I had a boyfriend and things like that, and then finally she just came out and asked me if I had ever had sex. I said no, that I hadn’t really had much experience in that area. I didn’t tell her about Melissa and me playing around.

  Jeannette just kept teasing me. She turned around on the towel so that her butt was down by my head. Then all of a sudden she rolled over and pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, fully exposing her pussy. She then complained that a mosquito had bit her on her pussy the previous night. She put her hand down there and started scratching right in front of me—and the whole apartment complex.

  Around lunchtime Jeannette invited me to come up to her apartment, saying she would fix lunch for me. I said okay, and we went upstairs. Jeannette said she wanted to wash the oil off first, and went into the bathroom. She left the door open, and I watched as she slid out of her bikini. She bent over the tub to adjust the water, and then leaned over even farther to clean the bottom. Everything was wide open, and I mean wide open.

  Then Jeannette yelled for me to get some cleanser from under her kitchen sink and bring it to her. When I walked into the bathroom she was leaning way over the tub, cleaning the far end. Obviously she could have moved down to that end and not have had to bend over so much, but of course this was being done for my benefit. Her butt was sticking straight toward me and her ass was spread apart, so that I could see the inside of her pussy and asshole.

  I just stood there and looked, almost in a trance. Jeannette finally took the cleanser and handed me the bar of soap that she had been cleaning the tub with, telling me to hold it until she got the tub cleaned. I think that was her way of keeping me in the bathroom, which was okay with me. Then she said I might as well sit down on the toilet and keep her company while she bathed. That really made me nervous. Of course I didn’t mind, but I was still kind of embarrassed. I sat there and talked to her while she took a bath, and then washed her back for her. I was sitting on the toilet again when she got out of the tub and stood right in front of me as she started to dry herself off. I thought maybe I should go back into the living room, but I just sat there, looking right into her pussy. I was so damn horny by then, and I’m sure she knew what she was doing to me.

  She finally finished drying off and then went into the kitchen—still naked—to make lunch. I went back to the living room and sat down while Jeannette made lunch in the nude. She acted like it was no big deal. She put some sandwiches on a tray and brought them into the living room. We sat there on the couch and ate our lunch.

  When Jeannette finished eating she sat back, put one leg up on the couch, and raised her knee. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time. I didn’t know what to do or how to act. She sat back against a pillow with her legs open, and just started talking as casually as ever. After a while she brought up the subject of sex again, saying that she couldn’t believe someone as cute as me had never been with anyone. She was a good talker, and she finally got me to tell her about Melissa, and about some of the things we had done together. I had never told anyone about that before, and I couldn’t believe I was sitting there telling Jeannette. I think it was because she had me so turned on I didn’t know what I was doing anymore.

  Jeannette was constantly shifting around on the couch, and finally she lay back against the arm, one leg stretched out and the other dangling to the floor. Once again I had a perfect view of her pussy. She shifted her leg on the sofa, and I nearly jumped as I felt her toe rubbing against my leg.

  “Don’t you think you ought to get that tanning oil off you?” she said.

  “Yes,” I said. “I better go down and take a bath.”

  “Don’t be silly,” Jeannette said, smiling. “You can take one right here.”

  Like a dummy, I persisted, saying, “No, I better get home before my aunt gets back from work.”

  “Oh, she won’t be home for hours yet,” Jeannette said, which was quite true. And with that she went into her bathroom and started running the tub. I just sat there, almost unable to move even if I had wanted to, which I didn’t really. In a minute Jeannette yelled for me to come and get into the tub.

  I think she knew that I was nervous, so she went into the living room while I undressed and got in the tub. But before I was finished she walked in with a clean towel for me, then sat down on the toilet and started talking. Finally I got up my nerve, stood up, and started drying off. Melissa and my mother were the only people I had ever been nude in front of before.

  Jeanette got up and started to dry my back. I was trembling. I told myself it was nervousness, but I knew it was mostly excitement.

  Then I realized that I had nothing to put on except my discarded swimsuit. I didn’t know what to do. Jeannette was just standing there looking at me. “Damn, you have a beautiful little body,” she said. I just kind of turned red, and I asked her if she had a robe or something, so that I could go downstairs and get some clothes.

  Jeannette grinned. “What’s the matter?” she said. “You afraid to walk downstairs nude?” I couldn’t believe she said that. But she just got up, still nude herself, and said, “Come on, I’ll go with you.”

  “Are you kidding?” I said. “I’m not going to walk out naked, with all the people around.”

  Jeannette shrugged. “Don’t worry, there’s no one around during the day.” I still thought she was kidding, but all of a sudden she went to the apartment door and opened it. “Come on,” she urged, beckoning to me.

  “No way,” I said, and started laughing.

  “Come on, you little chicken, I dare you,” Jeannette said.

  By that time I was so freaking horny that I didn’t know if I was coming or going. Jeannette kept urging me and daring me, and finally I gave in. I grabbed my swimsuit and house key and started for the door. Even then I wasn’t really sure she was serious. But she was. She walked through the door and stood outside on the landing, waiting for me, without even looking around to see if anyone was watching. “Come on,” she said, and started down the steps. I looked around, and when I didn’t see anyone I dashed out, shut the door, and ran down the stairs naked behind her.

  When we got into my aunt’s apartment my heart was pounding so hard I could hardly get my breath. Now we were both in my aunt’s apartment naked, and now it was Jeannette who didn’t have any clothes to get back with. When I pointed that out to her, she just laughed. I asked her if she had ever done that before, and she said, “Oh yeah, I’m always doing far-out things like that.” She told me that my aunt thought she was crazy.

  At this point I was so excited I think I would have done anything. I was standing there naked with Jeannette, and I actually didn’t want to get dressed. But I didn’t know what else to do, so I went into the closet and started getting some clothes.

  “Oh, come on,” Jeannette said, grinning. “Are you just going to let me be naked all alone?” I hesitated. Jeannette sat down on the couch, saying, “Come on and sit down. I won’t bite you.” I was torn, but I was ready to be persuaded. I closed the closet door and went over to the couch.

  Jeannette looked at me and said that I was too pretty to wear clothes. I just laughed and grabbed the TV remote. Jeannette leaned back and arranged herself in the same position she had assumed earlier, one leg up on the couch and the other reaching to the floor. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her pussy. It was so like a little muffin, and the opening was so small that I could barely see her cute tucked-in lips. I was totally out of control now, and my head was racing with all kinds of thoughts. Finally I
put my leg up on the couch and sat there just as Jeannette was doing. I could hardly believe I was doing that, and to cover my confusion I turned on the TV and pretended to watch it.

  But I could see Jeannette’s reflection in the TV screen, and she was looking right at my crotch. I acted as though I was really getting into the TV show, and casually leaned farther back and let my leg fall farther to the side. I could feel myself getting wet, and my nipples were getting hard. I kept thinking I should move my leg so that she couldn’t see the moisture on my pussy. I could feel it starting to ooze out of my hole and make my lips wet. The more I thought about it the wetter I felt. I knew it had to be obvious by now, but I wasn’t expecting what happened next.

  Jeannette slowly slid her foot under my thigh, right next to my pussy. I looked over at her, but she was looking at the TV. With her toe about an inch from my pussy, I found myself breathing harder. I could now feel my juices running down over my asshole. I lay back a little farther and even arched my butt a little, my heart beating faster. My pussy was fully exposed now, and probably my asshole too. I could feel the coolness of the air on the moisture that covered them.

  Then I felt a sudden unexpected pang of frustration and disappointment, as Jeannette pulled her foot from under my thigh. I started to get really upset, since it had been thoroughly turning me on. But no sooner had she pulled it out than she put her foot between my legs, and I felt her toe slide inside my pussy lips.

  With that I completely lost it. I shut my eyes and humped my hips into the air, and when I settled back to the couch her toe had slid into my pussy. I didn’t know what to do. She was wiggling her toe, and I was humping up and down on it so that it slid in and out of me. I kept my eyes on the TV, but I really wanted to kiss her so bad that I almost couldn’t stand it.

  All of a sudden Jeannette pulled her toe out of me and just fell over on top of me on the couch. She slid two fingers inside my pussy and started French-kissing me. I had been wanting to touch her boobs all day, so I immediately started fondling them. The second I touched them I began to climax, and I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. I almost sucked her tongue from her mouth.

  After I came I was hornier than ever. (Thank God I’m not a guy—instead of losing my desire after I come, it only gets stronger.) I slid my hand under her tummy and rubbed it over her pussy. Oh God, it felt so good! I slid my fingers into her and started stroking them up over her clit, back down into her pussy, then back up over her clit, then back down. She was so wet it felt like someone had just poured a bottle of lube over her pussy. After a minute Jeannette started coming and kissing me passionately.

  When she finished coming Jeannette began to kiss me softly all over. Then she slid down and started to lick the come from between my legs. Her eyes were shining when she looked up at me and said, “Do you want to do this to me?”

  “Oh yes,” I said. “God, yes!”

  She pulled me down on the couch and turned around so that we were in a sixty-nine position. She buried her face in my pussy and I started licking at hers.

  I had always known I liked women, but that was when I learned to love pussy. Jeannette was licking all over my pussy and asshole. Now and then she would bury her tongue in my ass, and I liked that a lot. I started doing the same to her, and I had to hang on to her hips because she reacted so violently, twisting and bucking.

  We came within seconds of each other, and then Jeannette immediately moved up and started French-kissing me. I thought that was so sexy, the way she kissed me after eating me out. We both had come all over our faces, and we licked it off each other’s lips and cheeks.

  We continued to play with each other until it was almost time for my aunt to get home. As she was leaving, Jeannette grabbed my hand and told me to follow her. I asked her where we were going, but she just told me to come along. She opened the apartment door and pulled me outside. Then she held me in her arms, slid two fingers inside me, and gave me a big long French kiss. “I’ll see you later,” she said then, and ran up the stairs. We were both nude and had come all over our thighs. For a moment I just stood there frozen. Then I realized where I was and ran back inside. But I was laughing. I had never known anyone like Jeannette, and I never have since.

  For the rest of my stay Jeannette and I played together every day, and by the time I left I was looking forward to all the things I would be able to teach my friend Melissa.

  —Name and address withheld

  SAYING SHE WAS A LESBIAN KEPT THE GUYS AWAY,

  BUT WHAT ABOUT CHERYL?

  My wife Barbara and I are in our thirties and have always had a wonderful sex life. We often talk about our fantasies in bed, and one of Barbara’s has long been to make it with another woman. I always told her that it would be okay with me if she wanted to act on this desire, but for a long time she never did.

  Then one day Barbara came home from an out-of-town business trip and told me this story.

  On the last night of the convention Barbara and a group of her coworkers went to the hotel bar for some drinks. Now, my wife is a very attractive woman, with blonde hair, brown eyes, and a tanned, athletic body, and as she sat at the bar some of the men began to come on to her. After a while she got kind of tired of being harassed, so in an attempt to turn them off she told them, “Leave me alone, I don’t like boys!”

  This worked quite effectively as far as the men were concerned; but one of the women at the bar had overheard her statement, and after a minute she came over to Barbara, sat down next to her, and said, “I don’t like boys either.”

  This woman was about five feet six and a hundred twenty pounds, with short auburn hair and brown eyes. She told Barbara her name was Cheryl. Barbara told Cheryl she was glad she had come over and saved her from the guys. But it was getting late, and most of the people she had come with were leaving, so Barbara decided to call it a night. She said good night to Cheryl and made her way to the elevator to go up to her room.

  As the elevator doors were closing, Cheryl slipped in, smiling at Barbara. “Hi,” Cheryl said. “Guess what—I’m staying here too!” At that point Barbara began to feel strangely excited, and the feeling increased when Cheryl asked her if she really liked women only. Barbara told her truthfully that she was married and had never been with another woman, though she had fantasized about it.

  With that Cheryl moved behind Barbara and started to kiss the back of her neck. At the same time her hands moved around to the front of Barbara’s jeans, gently brushing over her crotch. The sensation made Barbara lean forward, and Cheryl took her by the hips, grinding and bumping into her ass. Both women were now on fire.

  When the elevator stopped at Cheryl’s floor, both of them got out and headed for Cheryl’s room. Once inside, Cheryl dropped to her knees and unbuttoned Barbara’s jeans. Pulling them down, along with her panties, Cheryl stuck out her tongue and licked her way down over Barbara’s belly until her mouth was on her pussy. Barbara looked down to see those big brown eyes staring up at her, while that voracious mouth worked on her squirming cunt. Cheryl’s tongue lapped all around her crotch, pausing only to allow her lips to suck on Barbara’s clit.

  Barbara was starting to shake as she drew near to climax. Then she was pulling at Cheryl’s head, pressing her face tightly into her pussy as she let go with a powerful orgasm.

  When she recovered, Barbara led Cheryl over to the couch. Cheryl was wearing a business suit with a short skirt. Barbara pushed her back on the couch and raised the skirt, exposing a nice pair of blue silk panties. Barbara was nervous about what she was about to do, but she was eager to do it. Taking a deep breath, she put her mouth over Cheryl’s panty-covered crotch. At the same time she slid her hand underneath the dark-haired woman and squeezed her ass.

  My wife was now tasting pussy for the first time, through Cheryl’s panties. Cheryl groaned and arched her body, pulling at her own panties so as to expose more of herself to Barbara. Barbara moved the panties to the side and plunged her tongue into Cheryl’s s
oft wet pussy. Then she began licking her slowly, from her ass to her clit. Soon Cheryl couldn’t hold back any longer, and she let herself go into Barbara’s mouth. Barbara did not back off, but continued to suck at that pussy, slurping up Cheryl’s juices.

  After that the two of them took turns licking pussy all night long. Barbara came home in a wonderful mood, and her newfound pleasure seemed to make our sex life even better.

  Barbara’s company will be having another convention in six months, and she is really looking forward to seeing Cheryl again. I might even go with her this time!

  —B.Y., Tucson, Arizona

  AN EXOTIC STRIPPER HELPED HER TO REALIZE

  HER LONG-HELD FANTASY

  My husband Victor and I have a great relationship. He is a gorgeous hunk of man, tan and muscular, with sexy hazel eyes and dark hair. I am five feet eight and very exotic-looking, with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and olive skin. I keep myself in great shape by working out five days a week.

  Victor and I have been married for fifteen years, and we love each other a lot. We have always been hot in the bedroom; we are very uninhibited when it comes to sex, and anything goes. He didn’t even mind when I told him that I sometimes fantasized about being with another woman sexually. He just said that if that was what I wanted I should go for it, and I decided that someday I would.

  About two years ago we went on vacation to Hawaii. On our first night there we decided to go out and see if we could find something fun to do. I was feeling extremely horny that night, and I felt ready for anything. I was dressed in a provocative manner: tight pants, a little tank top, and high heels. You could see the outline of my body through my clothing, and I reveled in it.

  We drove down along the coast of the beautiful island. The warm air made me feel even more sexual, and already I had a sense of hotness between my legs, an aching feeling, as though I was waiting to be touched.