by Letters to Penthouse VII- Celebrate the Rites of Pleasure (epub)
After teasing myself with it, I placed the tip of the vibrator into my moist, steaming crack and pushed it gently in. As I watched it slowly slide into me, I could feel my vaginal muscles tighten around it. I had been masturbating with my finger for years already, but I'd never felt anything like this before. With both hands working that vibrator in and out of my hot little cunt, I was soon beside myself in ecstasy. That afternoon I had one loud, thundering orgasm after the other.
It was great! I felt so deliciously wicked and nasty watching myself masturbate in that big mirror. I was like an addict who couldn't stop.
I must have been at it for quite some time. I was so absorbed with ramming that vibrator in and out of my tunnel of love and moaning like an animal that I didn't hear Paula come into the house. You can just imagine my embarrassment when I looked up and saw her leaning in the doorway, staring at me with a rather wry grin on her face. (She later told me that she had been standing there enjoying my “performance” for about ten minutes.) Before I could open my mouth to say anything to her, I was seized by another mind-blowing orgasm.
I thought I was going to just die, but all Paula said to me was, “When you're finished, come downstairs and we'll have dinner. I brought home Chinese food.” She didn't say anything about what she had caught me doing, but carried on as usual—except that every time she looked at me she had that same smile on her face. We made an early night of it, and all she said to me before turning in was, “Sweet dreams, baby.” I went to bed that night red with embarrassment, but drifted off to sleep rubbing and fingering my cunt, thinking about the next time I could get that vibrator up my yearning snatch.
I was out of the house for much of the next afternoon, still feeling quite embarrassed. When I returned home around six that night, I saw Paula's car in the driveway and went straight to my room. As I entered the doorway I was surprised to find a brightly wrapped package on my bed. Attached to the package was a note that read: “Since you seemed to enjoy mine so much, I thought it was time you had one of your own, baby. With love, Paula.” I ripped the package open to find a beautiful ten-inch vibrating dildo.
I rushed downstairs to find Paula waiting for me in the living room. She was standing there, feet apart, hands on hips, wearing a short purple silk robe that barely covered her shapely ass and proud, jutting thirty-eight-inch breasts. She had that familiar coy, seductive smile on her face. She stood before me—wanton, raw sex personified. Rushing up to her, we embraced. I knew this was going to be quite a night, one that I'd never forget and that would change me forever.
After our touching embrace, Paula went to the kitchen and returned with a silver tray of shucked and iced oysters on the half-shell, two chilled glasses and a bottle of wine. Next, she dimmed the lights, lit some candles and put a tape on the stereo. I was surprised to hear the erotic sounds of heavy fucking and sucking rather than music.
For the next half hour I sat on the sofa opposite Paula as she made an erotic show of eating those oysters. Occasionally, between slurping oysters and sipping wine, she would slip her hand down to finger her twat, then slowly suck the pussy juice from her fingers. After some more of this, she stood up and said, “It's time we expanded your horizons, sweet baby.”
She took me by the hand and led me downstairs into her finished basement. The lights were dimmed real low. There was a lamp directly over the pool table, which bathed it in a warm, pinkish glow. The pool table was covered with an orchid-color satin quilt, and Paula had about a dozen of her favorite vibrators and dildos lined up along the edge of it, within easy reach. She placed me in a big leather easy chair. She put on a tape of rock music with a slow, heavy beat and a lot of sax. She lit some incense and said, “You wanted to know what I do in the entertainment industry. Well, Paula's gonna entertain you.”
I was so excited. Paula walked around behind the pool table and stood with her back to me. She shot me a sultry “fuck me” smile over her shoulder as she deftly slipped off her robe, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. She mounted the table in one swift, catlike motion. There she was, kneeling in front of me, resting on her knees, legs bent under and thighs spread wide. Her thatch of brown pubic hair was neatly trimmed into the shape of a heart. Paula reached back, without looking, and selected a fourteen-inch vibrator that not only moved in and out like a piston, but also made small, circular motions while it hummed and vibrated.
She moaned softly as she worked the vibrator over her gorgeous, tan body, paying special attention to her jutting boobs. Her ruby-red areolae were as big as half-dollars, and her nipples stuck out hard as rocks. She held each breast to her mouth, licking and sucking her nipples, leaving them shiny with saliva.
Turning her attention to her steaming-hot crack, she ran that pulsating dildo up and down her cunt lips and clit, moaning louder all the time. Then she brought the dildo, now gleaming with her cunt juice, up to her hungry mouth and licked and sucked it from its bulbous head down to the base. Still kneeling in front of me, her twat and thighs glistening from the flow of her pussy juice, she set the vibrator on full speed and slowly guided its massive cockhead into her cunt, taking all fourteen inches of it. Then she slowly pulled it almost all the way out. Using both hands, she rammed that big fucker in and out.
Paula left that massive vibrator pulsating and churning deep inside her cunt, using her well-conditioned vaginal muscles to hold it in. Next she spun around quickly onto her knees and elbows, thrusting her beautiful ass toward the ceiling. She began playing with her clit while the dildo was humming away inside her. Within seconds, Paula's entire body was shuddering in a violent orgasm that brought tears to her eyes. It was incredible watching her wailing out loud like a wild animal, hips and ass undulating in rhythm to the music as she fucked herself.
Paula had all the practiced movements of a real pro. I couldn't believe it. Without missing a beat she spun around again, kneeling, thighs spread wide. She then leaned way back and, again without looking, put a hand over the far edge of the pool table. When she pulled it back up, she was holding a beautiful, twelve-inch, lifelike rubber cock that was covered in syrup.
Paula shook her head, her beautiful mane of brown hair slapping at her face. There was a look of pure, unadulterated lust in her eyes as she dangled that glistening monster cock over her face. Slowly she lowered it and tickled its head and underside with her darting tongue. Resting on one elbow for support, she raised up slightly, arching her back and neck. She then brought the sticky, dripping dildo to her hot, waiting mouth. Clear syrup, oozing from her glossy wet lips, ran down her chin and cheeks as she slurped and sucked the dildo into her mouth, devouring it deeper and deeper until she had finally deep-throated it all the way to the very base of its rigid shaft, moaning loudly with pure pleasure and delight the whole time.
Completely oblivious to everything else, Paula, thighs splayed wide, slowly pulled the rubber cock from her mouth while stroking the steaming slit of her cunt with her other hand: She withdrew the cock from her pursed lips, leaving only a slender thread of syrup and saliva between the two. Her tongue darted out to lick up the excess around her smiling, wet lips.
The vibrator in Paula's cunt was still driving her wild with lust and, caught up in another approaching orgasm, she began to writhe and squirm. Her hips and ass were rising in response to that incredible onslaught. Now using her hands to pull at her rock-hard nipples, Paula went over the brink. Her cries rising to a near wail, she went off like crazy. Her entire body bucked and jerked wildly as if an electric shock had been applied to her. She was the whole time moaning and crying out. No doubt Paula was savoring every minute of it.
I was really enjoying it too. This was the most fantastic thing I had ever seen. I didn't know it was possible for a woman to give herself so much pleasure and satisfaction. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
The show wasn't, over yet. After that last orgasm, Paula didn't miss a beat. Repositioning herself on the pool table, she immediately launched into a routine of hot, nonstop ac
tion. Before it was over, Paula had used all seven vibrators and five dildos that she had laid out on the table. Even she lost track of how many orgasms she had had.
When she was through, I glanced at my watch and realized that she had been going at it hot and heavy for over an hour. Paula rolled over to face me, her head propped up on one hand, tousled hair across her face. One leg was bent at the knee, giving me a full view as she gently stroked her hot, juicy crack and massaged the insides of her aching thighs.
I was so excited just from watching her. My own nipples were hard and taut against the material of my blouse, and my crotch and panties were soaked through. When Paula smiled that smile of hers and asked me if I would like to join her “onstage,” I didn't hesitate for a second.
Paula was sweet and gentle as she watched me treat myself to the pleasures I had just seen her enjoy. Using my new vibrator, as well as my own fingers, I learned how to bring myself to countless orgasms. It felt so good!
After we both took cool showers, Paula explained to me that the masturbation show she had performed earlier for me was really a dress rehearsal. She would be doing the same act the following week at a stag party for about fifty guys. She told me that she had been working as an exotic dancer and performing live sex shows onstage at bachelor parties since college. She laughed and said, “In what other line of work can you get a roomful of guys to cream in their jeans over you all at once?”
The next week I lost my virginity to a real cock when Paula brought home one of her special lovers just for that purpose. I was a little scared, but Paula was careful in her selection and did everything she could to make that first time a special one.
He was a very handsome man. He had blond hair and reminded me somewhat of a young Robert Redford. Paula helped me undress and cradled my head in her arms while he went down on me, licking and sucking my clit. Paula kissed me, and I enjoyed having a tongue in my mouth, while, at the same time, another one was penetrating my pussy.
Then Paula had me lie flat on my back. She spread my legs and had him get on top of me. Paula grabbed his thick, meaty cock and started rubbing the fat tip up and down the length of my slit. She made sure my clit received plenty of attention. I closed my eyes and gasped with pleasure, and suddenly he rammed his cock all the way inside me. I saw stars. He started fucking me with long, deep strokes. All the while Paula was nibbling on my lips, gently tweaking my nipples and whispering sweetly into my ear. When he orgasmed, his hot seed trickling inside me brought me over the brink.
During the next four years that I lived with her, we often wound up sharing lovers. Paula taught me as much about sex as anyone ever could.
Mom and Dad were paying for my education at college, but I also worked weekends and summers to help. Little did they know that I was applying my newly learned talents working in nightclubs featuring “all-nude coeds” and doing some performances with Paula. I finally graduated with honors and a degree in physical education. You might say that I also graduated with a degree in general sex, with a concentration in cocksucking. Mom and Dad would just die if they knew the truth.—Name and address withheld
HER FIRST TIME WITH A WOMAN WAS THE TIME OF HER LIFE
Most of us remember our first time, even when other memories become faded and jumbled. For me, my first time with a woman is still extremely vivid.
Her blouse was open and her bare breasts stood straight out, tipped with long, dark nipples. I reached out to touch them and she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The smooth flesh and hard nipples felt strange to my inexperienced hands, but the excitement of touching her was like electricity.
She reached down and lifted my face to hers, kissing me full on the lips. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and I felt myself answering her probe. A rush of excitement coursed through my body. She urged my head downward until my mouth was even with her breasts. Then she lifted one to my mouth. I closed my lips around the tough, pink knob and began to suckle. I could feel my body beginning to ache, and dampness puddle in my panties.
She moved my mouth to the other breast, and I sucked the nipple into my eager mouth. She moved me gently away from her, unsnapped her shorts and let them slide down her long, long legs. Her thin, white underpants did little to hide her triangle of dark red hair, and she quickly slid them down and away as well.
I stared openmouthed at the dark lips of her vagina. My lover reached for my hand and pressed it against her opening. Her pubic hair felt strange against my palm. The tips of my fingers touched the wet folds of her vaginal lips. “Go on, baby, touch me. Feel me up and down and all around, honey,” she cooed. I slid my hand further into the wetness and felt her lips part and close around my fingers.
“I want to show you how to love me,” she whispered, and urged my head down until my face was against her vagina. Her scent rose in waves and soon became an aphrodisiac. “Use your tongue, darling,” she purred. “Stick out your tongue and taste me deep inside.” She guided me to the places she wanted touched. The salty taste of her excited me as much as the feel of her slippery lips.
She held me against her opening, then encouraged me to slide up until my tongue was pressing hard against her clitoris. “Yes! Yes! There! Yes! Lick me there! Suck my clit into your mouth. Oh! Yes, yessss!” she screamed.
Her body began to undulate beneath me, but she held my face to her body and the pressure continued to mount inside her. She kept moaning and writhing. Finally she pressed hard against my mouth one last time and then relaxed. “Oh, my sweet!” she said between labored breaths, “That was good, so good. Let me taste your lips.”
My mouth was wet, covered with the smell and taste of her. She bent forward and kissed me. She reached down, tugged my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside. Her soft hands began roaming over my skinny chest. She started kissing my body, down my neck and chest until she sucked one nipple into her mouth. I closed my eyes and tensed at the powerful and wonderful feelings rushing through me.
Her hand moved gently down my stomach, across my shorts, and to my inner thighs. She slid her long, elegant fingers beneath the elastic waistband and pulled my shorts and underpants down my legs. Her hand moved slowly up one leg, feeling each curve, each muscle and bone, until she reached my sex. She rolled over so her body could lie against mine. Her breasts pressed into me, her nipples rubbed against mine, her breath was on my neck and her fingers were teasing my most secret parts.
She slid between my legs and her tongue began playing with me, teasing me, tracing a line through my lips until she touched my engorged clitoris. She sucked my clit into her mouth, her tongue rubbing rapidly against the tip, until I fell apart in orgasm. An eighteen-year-old girl was introduced to wonderful sex by a thirty-six-year-old woman on an old park bench in a small-town park.
I'm twenty-seven now and married, but Lucia and I continue our woman-to-woman relationship.—A.O., Salt Lake City, Utah
SHE WAS WARM FOR ROOMIE'S FORM IN THE COLLEGE DORM
I was a senior at an all-girl college. I have short hair, brown eyes and a generous figure that both men and women admire. I am—and was—bisexual, but not many people knew that, including my roommate Stephanie.
One evening I was in my room studying when Stephanie burst in, threw herself on the bed and started weeping. I went over to comfort her and she put her arms around me and started to sob into my chest. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that her boyfriend had dumped her for another girl.
Stephanie continued to cry for several minutes, which made the front of my nightshirt wet and clingy. I was not wearing a bra, and the feeling of her tears and her breath was erotic. She hugged me even tighter, which sent shivers down my spine and beads of moisture into my panties.
I tilted her head upward and wiped the tears off her face. We looked directly into each other's eyes. I desperately wanted to kiss her, but I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. Stephanie glanced at my breasts and saw the effect she had had on my nipples. Then she looked back into my eyes. She reached
her hand out gingerly and began to rub my tits.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and placed her lips on mine. Her tongue entered my mouth. As our breasts rubbed together, I felt her nipples harden under her sweater. While we kissed, she began to run her fingers up and down my back under my nightshirt.
I grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head. I had seen her naked several times in the shower and while she changed, but this was the first time I'd felt a sexual charge for her.
With her tits totally bare, I bent down and clasped a nipple between my lips. I gently tugged on it, then licked it with my tongue. Stephanie moaned and lay down on the bed as her hands continued exploring my tits. As I licked her cleavage, the faint smell of her perfume filled my nostrils.
My hand slowly traveled down her body, stopping between her legs. She was incredibly hot. I moved my hand back and forth across her crotch, causing her to whimper and her legs to stiffen. Still wearing her jeans, she ground her cunt against my hand and slowly moved her pelvis up and down. Her breathing became more rapid. Finally she let go of my tits to unbutton her jeans. I grabbed the waistband and tugged them off. After I pulled down her undies, I took off my nightshirt and peeled off my own moist panties.
We were both naked, and the feel of her hot skin and the cool air was sensational. Stephanie began to play with my nipples again, and I returned to sucking hers. My hot breath caused her nipples to get as hard as rocks in my mouth. Stephanie moaned and I continued licking and sucking her tits.
After a few minutes, Stephanie spread her legs and motioned shyly for me to go down toward her pussy. “Lick me there,” she sighed. “I want to know how another woman's tongue feels on my cunt.”
My tongue darted in and out of the folds of her pussy. I could taste her juices as her hips began bucking. She pushed my face into her crotch with her hands, and I got a mouthful of her come as she climaxed. Her groans of pleasure filled our room.
