Letters to Penthouse XX

by Penthouse International

  It was then that I realized Dominique was playing a game with me. If I wanted something I would either have to ask or take more control, but I was hopelessly lost under the spell of Dominique’s magical fingers. All I could do was roll over as Dominique was moving to the head of the table. A bit surprised, Dominique asked, “What’s this? Do you want something else?” I said “Yes!” in a deep, throaty voice and added, “Concentrate on my tits and pussy!” Dominique responded immediately with her fingers on my pussy mound, working them aggressively into my soaked love-hole and saying, “Now there is the real woman I’ve been feeling.”

  Becoming more bold, I reached behind my head and began to slowly rub up and down the backs of Dominique’s legs and ass. Responding to her moans I began to slowly remove her silky shorts. In no time Dominique was totally nude and within reach. Returning her hands to my body, I asked that she spend some time working on my tits and nipples. Compliant, Dominique serviced them as only a woman can. She asked if I wanted them kissed and sucked and I surprised myself by saying, “Yes, oh please, yes!” As she was sucking and rubbing I became an animal, screaming, “Rub my pussy, finger-fuck me until I come. Dominique, don’t stop this time. Fuck me, make me come.” Fingering me hard, harder than I have ever done, but gently and knowingly as only a woman can, Dominique brought me to an intense orgasm that had me shaking for what seemed like hours.

  I had never kissed a woman before and always thought it strange, but at that moment I wanted and got the deepest, wettest, longest and most sensual kiss of my life. I still can’t imagine how long it went on before Dominique, panting sensuously, said that it was time to wrap up, but since she had enjoyed herself so much she would give me a special treat if I didn’t demand too much time.

  Nodding approvingly, I let her take charge again as she moved to the other end of the table. Again she began a slow, deliberate lip and tongue massage of my feet, legs and pussy. When her tongue reached the inside folds of my pussy, Dominique started my fire and quickly brought me to the boiling point of orgasm. I was out of control, screaming, “Yes, suck my pussy, you’re making me come, fuck me with your tongue, yes, I’m coming!”

  Bidding Dominique good-bye at the door was much like seeing your best friend or lover leaving you. Tenderly I kissed her lips, tasting my pussy juices for the first time in my life. Dominique said, “Don’t you agree that you taste good?” Waving, she added, “Call for another session soon.” Oh, don’t worry, I thought.—E.V., Santa Monica, California

  HOUSE-SITTER INVITES HER GIRLFRIEND

  OVER FOR SOME FACE-SITTING

  Over the past couple of months I have become extremely attracted to one of my close friends. Her name is Marilyn and she is the most beautiful woman, both inside and out, that I have ever met.

  Marilyn and I speak to each other on the phone every day. We always seem to find something interesting to talk about. Every once in a while our conversations turn sexual and we talk about certain things that arouse us. You see, Marilyn has a very sensual voice and whenever she talks about what excites her I imagine myself actually doing these things to her. So while we are just talking on the phone I become so aroused that my pussy is soaked and if she says one more thing, I could have an orgasm. Whether we are talking on the phone or if we go out together, there always seems to be some sort of sexual electricity between the two of us.

  One day Marilyn called me at work and said that she was watching a friend’s house. She wanted to know if I might like to come over for a visit. Since I’ve been to the house before, I accepted the invitation, on the condition that we go into the Jacuzzi. She said that would be fine, but the only way she would go in is if we both had no clothes on. For the rest of the day all I thought about was Marilyn.

  When I got to the house that night, every room was dark except for the living room. There was a fire in the fireplace and a few candles were lit around the room. Marilyn walked up to me and greeted me with a passionate kiss on the lips. As we kissed my pulse started to race and I could just feel the electricity between us. When the kiss ended we looked into each other’s eyes and I felt my knees weaken. Marilyn then took me by the hand, led me into the living room and sat us down by the fire. She made sure we both had a drink and we talked a little while.

  After about a half hour of small talk I said that my back was getting a little stiff. Marilyn suggested that we hop in the Jacuzzi for a while. I told Marilyn that I wanted to but I didn’t have my bathing suit. She said, “So what? Let’s go in with nothing on, like I mentioned to you on the phone.” I agreed and went off to the bathroom to remove my clothes.

  When I walked around to the Jacuzzi I noticed that all the lights were off. I could only hear the water bubbling, but after my eyes adjusted I saw Marilyn’s shadow on the water. I walked up to the Jacuzzi, took off my towel and climbed in. I sank down into the warmth of the bubbles and it felt terrific. Marilyn sat next to me and as I looked up at her, our eyes met. I felt Marilyn’s hand caress the inside of my thigh under the water. “Your legs are so soft. They feel wonderful,” she said. As her hand gently moved up my inner thigh, she moved her body so that she was facing me. Very slowly her lips met mine in an extremely intense kiss. I could feel her body press against me as we kissed. I wrapped my arms around her neck, bringing her closer.

  I became even more aroused as I felt her nipples hardening each time they brushed against mine. At this point I started kissing her neck and made my way up to her ear. I heard Marilyn let out a soft moan as her hands explored my body under the water. As my tongue circled the outer edge of her ear I whispered to her, “I want you.” I could feel Marilyn’s fingers coming closer to my pussy. She slipped her finger in between my pussy lips and slowly moved it up and down my slit. I shivered; her touch felt so wonderful. I whispered, “Marilyn, please please put your finger in my pussy. I want to feel you inside of me.”

  Marilyn kissed me passionately as I felt her penetrate me. Her finger moved in and out of my hole, slowly at first. I started grinding my hips in rhythm with her movements. I could feel my pussy starting to throb and I knew I was ready to explode!

  “Oh, my God!” I said. “That feels so good. Please don’t stop!”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll never stop if that’s what you want,” Marilyn said.

  As she said that, I wrapped my legs around her body, wanting to pull every inch of her inside me. I tried to hold back my orgasm but it was impossible. I felt my whole body go numb as the muscles inside my pussy started to contract. I could feel my pussy pulling her finger in and out of me with quick jerks as my orgasm exploded. It was like I’d lost control of my bodily functions, as if my body had a mind of its own! In any case, it was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

  Even though my pussy was still pulsating, after a few minutes I gently moved around so that I was on top of Marilyn. I kissed her lightly on the lips as I ran my fingers through her hair. Marilyn said that we should get out of the Jacuzzi since we had been in there for quite some time. So we both got out, wrapped ourselves up in towels and went to lie down on a blanket in front of the fire. It felt great just to hold her in my arms.

  When I thought Marilyn was starting to fall asleep, 1 decided that I was going to give her a full-body massage with my tongue. I started with her toes. I kissed and sucked each one as I ran my tongue up and down the arches of her feet. “That feels really great!” Marilyn said. Then I started licking my way up the insides of her legs. I moved from leg to leg, making sure I did not miss one spot. I wanted to taste every single part of her body.

  When I reached her inner thighs I could see her swollen, pink pussy lips. Her clitoris was peeking out and I wanted to flick my tongue across it for a small taste. But not yet, I thought to myself. I wanted to finish my tongue massage first.

  I started kissing and licking my way up to Marilyn’s belly button and slid my tongue in and out of it. It was a hint of what was to come. I then kissed her entire stomach while slowly moving upwards.

  As I
reached her breasts, I saw her beautiful rock-hard nipples. They were perfect and just the sight of them made my juices flow. I couldn’t hold off any longer. I slowly circled the tip of my tongue around her areola, slid across to her other breast and did the same thing. I didn’t want to touch either of her nipples yet. I just went back and forth with my tongue, circling around the nipples.

  Marilyn was really starting to moan. I think she was about to go crazy, but I also thought she was enjoying my teasing. Finally, since I didn’t want to tease her forever, with my hands I pushed her lovely breasts together and moved from nipple to nipple, flicking each one with the tip of my tongue. Since I had her breasts pushed so close together I started to suck on both of her nipples at the same time. This seemed to drive Marilyn over the edge. She grabbed my head and hugged me as I sucked on her nipples. I had another orgasm just from her reaction to what I was doing.

  When Marilyn let go of my head and her breathing seemed somewhat normal, I started kissing my way back down her stomach. I stopped when I reached her pussy and just stared at it. Her sweet nectar was making it glisten and I couldn’t wait to taste it. I could see her erect clitoris, which seemed as hard as her nipples had been a few moments earlier. I wanted her so badly.

  At that moment I put the tip of my tongue in between her pussy lips. As I did this, Marilyn murmured, “Oh my God!” I pushed my tongue slowly in her hole so I could taste her honey. I then moved my tongue up and down her swollen lips, kissing them tenderly. As I moved my tongue up, I came closer to her clitoris. I was very careful not to touch it since it looked like it was ready to explode at any second.

  I just wanted to tease Marilyn a little while longer. I knew it would make her orgasm more intense. So I blew very softly on her clit. I could feel her shiver as I did this. With the tip of my tongue I started to circle her swollen clitoris. I did this very slowly, around and around. I just kept moving my tongue slowly in a circle. As I was doing this, Marilyn started moving her hips against my tongue. That was when I put my lips lightly around her clitoris but still moved my tongue around in a circle. After about ten seconds of this I could feel her start to throb against my tongue. As I felt Marilyn come to a powerful climax, I slowly slid my finger inside her hole so I could feel her pussy contract. As the contractions started to subside, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.—H.M., Trenton, New Jersey

  CHEATER HUSBAND BETTER GET READY FOR WIFE

  WITH A BAD NEW ATTITUDE

  I am a twenty-seven-year-old housewife living in the Seattle area. I have been married for four years to Robert. We have a very nice home and two cars—mine is a cute little sports car. We decided not to have any children until I was about thirty, so I am on the pill. My husband works in the city, so he has about an hour drive each way every day.

  Our sex life has been very satisfactory. We make it two or three times a week and I usually have an orgasm. All in all I felt that we had a very good life, until three weeks ago.

  I was at home on this particular Thursday afternoon when I got a phone call that changed my life. When I picked up the phone I heard a hysterical woman’s voice calling for Robert. I told her that he wouldn’t be home for another hour and asked if there was anything I could do to help. She asked if I was his sister. Something made me say yes. Then she poured her heart out to me.

  It seems that my husband had been having an affair for the last six months and her husband had just found out about it. He had beaten her up pretty bad and she was at a friend’s house trying to locate Robert to come and take care of her. She knew that Robert was married and separated and that as soon as his divorce was final they would be together forever. This was a big news bulletin for me!

  I really felt bad when I had to tell her that I was his wife and that I knew nothing about my divorce plans. She really broke up then and hung up on me.

  Next thing I know in walks my loving husband, all smiles. I think I was still in shock. He reached out to kiss me. I turned my face and said, “Your girlfriend Crystal called. Her husband wants to see you.” Then I broke into tears, ran into the bedroom, threw myself on the bed and cried my eyes out.

  Later on that evening he tried to explain the situation with a lot of lies, and when that didn’t work he finally confessed. I slept in the guest bedroom that night. The next day I decided that he wasn’t going to chase me out of my bed. He could sleep anywhere he damn well wanted. He was not going to touch me, though. Of course he tried all kinds of sweet talk and assorted bullshit. At that point I decided it was all over.

  The next two days were full of decisions and more decisions. I didn’t really want a divorce. I have no real job skills and felt incapable of making it on my own.

  Monday morning after Robert went to work I roused myself enough to go to the grocery store. I was in the produce aisle when I ran into a friend I had known from around the neighborhood. Noelle took one look at me and said, “What’s the matter? Do you have an eye infection?” I just broke down and cried some more. She put her arms around me and I told her all about it. She insisted that we put all the groceries in our cars and I follow her home to have a good stiff drink. Here was the compassion and sympathy I needed.

  At her place I sat on the couch and whimpered and sobbed while she fixed a couple of scotch and sodas. Then she sat beside me and put her arms around me while I chug-a-lugged my drink. Noelle got up and fixed me another, sat down beside me again and put her arm around me once more. I put my head on her shoulder and tried to stop whining. As I snuggled up closer to her she turned a little toward me and pressed a soft kiss on my forehead. I raised my head to see what was happening and she softly touched her lips to mine. I lowered my head to her shoulder again, all confused. I had never been kissed on the lips by a woman before. Now I knew I wanted more. I raised my head again and as she kissed me I put my arm around her and pulled her to me. We had a real kiss. Her tongue was in my mouth and mine was in hers. We sat there on the couch and kissed and hugged like a couple of high school kids, only it was much softer than with a man. Not better, just different. I was getting hotter and hotter. Finally, with butterflies in my stomach, I eased my arm from around her neck and let my hand slide down to caress her breasts. She moaned in my mouth and began to undo my blouse. When she had it all way open she pulled it out of my skirt, then reached around and unhooked my bra. After squeezing my nipple she leaned over and began to suck it. I think I was hotter than I had ever been in my life. I couldn’t wait to get her top off. She wore no bra. She didn’t need one—her breasts stood up firm and proud. As I leaned over to take her nipple in my mouth I felt her hand slide softly up my skirt and begin to caress my mound. I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop. She took my hand and we headed for the bedroom. Again she turned to face me and kiss me passionately. I returned the kiss as she began to undress me. I lay on the bed while she stripped and lay down beside me, our naked bodies touching from head to toe. She leaned over me again and sucked my nipples. Then her kisses started down my body. I knew where she was going. It was a fantasy about to be fulfilled. Finally she was there, her soft lips on my hot little pussy, her tongue drawing circles around my hard little clit. I had the longest, most violent orgasm of my life. Then Noelle was lying beside me, holding me, kissing me. I could taste my juices on her mouth and tongue.

  When I had sufficiently recovered my strength I rolled on top of her to give her the same treatment. I had never dreamed that someday I would go down on another woman but I did, and I loved it. After her first orgasm Noelle twisted around so that we were lying across the bed in a 69 position. We spent the rest of the day showering, drinking and making love.

  When it was time for me to go home I had a different feeling about things in general and my marriage in particular. I no longer felt like crying—in fact I wasn’t sad at all. I felt a mixture of anger, elation and freedom. I knew that I was young and pretty with a very good figure. I could have any man I wanted, or any woman for that matter. I felt good.

  When I walked i
nto the house Robert was watching TV. He said, “Hi, honey!” I ignored him. We had dinner without much conversation. He never asked where I had been all day. I wouldn’t have told him anyway. I was taking control of my life. When it was time for bed I told him curtly, “Go take a shower.” When he came out I was naked on the bed with my legs spread. In a very matter-of-fact tone I said, “Get down there and eat my pussy till I tell you to stop.” Then I told him that he might as well play with his prick so that it would be nice and hard because I was expecting a mighty good fuck. I am sure that he was shocked.

  I let him eat me for a while, then told him that if his prick was hard and ready for fucking he should lie on his back because I was in charge tonight. I straddled his hips, took his prick in my hand and slipped it into my pussy, all the way to the bottom. But instead of the old in and out I began to snap my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit on his pubic bone. It took very little of this before I came. Then I climbed off him and rolled over to go to sleep. This didn’t sit very well with him at all. He started whining, “Honey, I didn’t come. What about me?”

  I listened to this for a very short time, then told him, “That’s tough shit. If you want to get your nuts off, go see Crystal.”

  I woke the next day just after the bastard (as I had begun to think of him) had left for work. I decided to fulfill any and all fantasies I’d ever had. I am going to have sex with another man, I’m going to do it with two men at once, maybe even try an orgy. I want to make a really wild porno movie and save a copy for his old age. I think the first thing I’ll do is try prostitution. If I like it I’ll make it my hobby. Maybe I’ll fuck some of his friends and co-workers. I’m going to get a metal lock box that will fit in our safe deposit box at the bank to hold my earnings as a whore along with the copy of my porno movie and any other pictures that I can collect along the way. Then if I die first he’ll have something to remember me by. Maybe it’ll give him a stroke. Maybe he’ll die first. I’ll take him my little box of goodies and entertain him on his deathbed.