Letters to Penthouse XX

by Penthouse International

  “Well, I have—and lately I have been fantasizing about you,” Kabrina said.

  Before I knew what was happening, she started to kiss me. I hungrily kissed her back. She ran her hands over my breasts, sending shivers up and down my spine. Slowly she slipped her hand up my leg to fondle my aching pussy, sending shockwaves throughout my body.

  Pulling off my top, she gently sucked my erect nipples as her finger went deep inside my hot pussy.

  “Lindsay, you are so hot.” she whispered, lowering her head to lick and suck the juice from my pussy. She continued to lick my clit and finger-fuck me until I came, moaning with a pure pleasure that was unlike anything I’d felt since puberty.

  I went down to taste her sweet juices and to suck her throbbing clit. She was so hot and wet. I slid my finger into her pussy as I was licking her clit.

  “Lindsay, I want to taste my sex,” she said. She pulled my hand, sticky with her sweet pussy juice, to her lips and sucked her own liquid off my fingers as I slowly tongued her sweet, thick love-hole. I finger-fucked her and tongued her and licked her clit until she screamed with pleasure.

  The next couple of days were sheer ecstasy. We remain close friends and make love whenever she’s in town.

  —L.D., St. Louis, Missouri

  NEW ASSISTANT GETS

  UNEXPECTED ON-THE-JOB TRAINING

  I’m a very lucky wife because my husband encourages my attraction to women. I’ve had wonderful affairs with women, but my most recent bisexual experience was the best.

  A few months ago my office hired a temporary assistant for me. The first thing I noticed about Lisa was her red hair, the longest, most dazzling I had ever seen. The contrast between the brightness of her hair and her fair skin was glorious. The combination of her hair, face, and petite but wickedly curvaceous body made me wet with desire every day. I couldn’t help but fantasize about making love to her on top of my desk every time I saw her.

  One day I noticed that she kept looking at my tits. I had, as usual, been thinking about burying my face between her thighs and the fantasy had made my nipples rock hard. I hadn’t realized that she could see my nipples, and even my areolae, through my light bra and silk blouse.

  She blushed almost as red as her hair when I caught her looking. I assured her that it was okay. “Is it because you’re cold?” she asked, shyly.

  “No,” I replied. “They always get hard when I daydream about sex.”

  Little did she realize that my daydreams included her. “Oh,” she said, surprised. “I wish mine would do that; they almost never get hard on their own.”

  As the conversation had the potential to get interesting, I pulled my chair closer and encouraged her to go on.

  “The only good thing about it is that I don’t have to worry about them showing through, since I usually don’t wear a bra. See?”

  With that, she lifted her top to show me the thin white singlet she wore underneath. Through it I could make out some of the freckles that she had on her upper chest, but not her nipples. I was so turned on that I felt faint.

  I told her that mine hadn’t always been so sensitive. I had to “train them,” I said. This really interested her and, just as I hoped, she immediately asked me how.

  “I’ll do better than that,” I said. “I’ll show you how. Starting tomorrow.” From the way she blushed I knew she was getting as turned on as I was.

  Lisa was almost trembling as I led her into the executive ladies’ room the next morning. Her eyes opened wide when I took a pair of clip-on nipple rings from my purse. I told her to get her nipples hard and put them on. She unbuttoned her blouse, then hesitated.

  “I might not be able to without help,” she said.

  “What?”

  “My nipples never get hard on their own. Only if my boyfriend licks them.”

  My dreams were coming true. “I think I could do that,” I purred and, leaning forward, gently touched her right nipple with the tip of my tongue. Her firm tits were capped with big, puffy areolae that were almost the same color as the rest of her skin.

  She closed her eyes and moaned softly as her nipple grew in my mouth. When it was hard enough and the color had deepened to an almost orange shade of pink, I clipped on one of the rings. While I was doing this, she was stroking my hair with one hand and fingering her free nipple into erection with the other.

  After both rings were in place, I told her she had to wear them at work until her nipples became more sensitive.

  “Whatever you wish,” she answered.

  “Whatever?”

  She just smiled and nodded.

  “Well, there is one thing I’ve always wanted to know, are you a redhead all over?”

  She blushed a little, but didn’t hesitate. She unzipped the side of her skirt and let it drop to the floor. When she slid off her panties, I could see that they were almost dripping wet. Her tiny bush was as bright as the hair on her head, but not nearly as thick. In fact, it did very little to hide her pink, swollen lips.

  “People have asked if I shave, because there’s so little there.”

  When she said this, I lifted my skirt and revealed my shaved, naked pussy.

  “I usually like them shaved,” I told her. “But not yours. It’s perfect the way it is.”

  Staring between my legs, she put her hand on my thigh. “May I? I’ve never seen a shaved pussy this close.”

  I placed her hand on my dripping gash. She stroked me until my legs buckled. I backed her up and sat her on the edge of the sink.

  “I’ve wanted to do this since the day you started,” I gasped, crouching in front of her. She guided my mouth to her clit.

  “I’ve wanted it too, but I didn’t know what to do. I’ve never done anything like this with a woman before.”

  I alternated between sucking her lips into my mouth, licking her swollen clit, and fucking her with my tongue. After only a few minutes, I could feel her whole body tense up in preparation for a massive orgasm. Suddenly she grabbed my head and, pressing me into her pussy, came with a long, loud moan.

  Lisa wanted me to continue, but I told her she had to wait until after work. We had to go back to work before someone went looking for us. She put her clothes back on, but I told her that because I didn’t wear panties, she shouldn’t either.

  Before we went back out, she gave me a long, deep kiss so she could taste herself on my lips. For the remainder of the day, the nipple rings kept her too aroused to get much work done. I suggested she could finger herself, but try not to come. I would take care of that later.

  —Name and address withheld

  ENCOUNTER ON THE INTERNET CONNECTS

  NEIGHBORS IN INTERCOURSE

  Single and alone after my divorce in May, I began to spend a great deal of time on the Internet. Sex was much on my mind, and I visited the adult chat rooms. That’s where I met Suzanne.

  We quickly wearied of the guys and their crude guy talk, and found a room of our own. I have never been sexually involved with another woman, but I told myself that this was just a fantasy, just typing.

  Well, our chat got very sexy and explicit. She wrote how hot I was making her pussy and how desperate she was to taste mine. I could feel my cunt get wet and soon my panties were so damp that I took them off. I wrote that I really wished she were here with me. She asked where I lived, and when I answered, Hayward, California, she freaked out because she lived in Castro Valley, a city nearby.

  I hesitated for a bit, then gave her my number. She called immediately. Hearing her sensual voice on the phone made me even wetter. I gave her my address and asked her to come over.

  For fifteen minutes I agonized about what I had done, but my doubts ended when I met this dignified, handsome blonde at my door. I asked her in, and within minutes we were on my bed kissing.

  The touch of a woman’s tongue on mine sent waves of electricity through my body. I’d never felt anything so sensuous. Her hands trembling, she unbuttoned my blouse and undid my bra. She lowered her
lips to my naked breasts and sucked my hard nipples.

  I stripped off her top to feel her plump breasts. Then, slipping my hand up her skirt, I touched another woman’s pussy for the first time. I stripped her bare, taking every opportunity to lick and kiss her body until I pulled off her soaked panties and exposed her warm, wet pussy.

  Climbing between her legs, I massaged her open vulva with both hands. Staring at the beauty of each fold in her cunt, I put my tongue on her clit, which hardened with pleasure as I tasted her. Had I known how wonderful having a woman in my mouth would feel, I would have done it much sooner.

  Suzanne’s body tensed with anticipation and eagerness at my tongue’s every movement. Scrambling for the drawer next to my bed, I grabbed my vibrator and slowly inserted it into her hole. I was mesmerized by the sight of her pussy swallowing the vibrating rod. I worked it in deeper as her body arched into the air. Her moans began to increase in volume.

  “Please, make me come!” she cried, and the liquid gushed from her. I quickly removed the vibrator and licked up all the juice.

  After she recovered, she gently turned me over and, removing my skirt and panties, told me how she was going to reward me for the great orgasm I’d given her.

  Her talk and the touch of her hands upon my skin made me ache with desire. She asked me to get on all fours and, as I bent over in front of her, she buried her face inside my soaked pussy. Her tongue on my pussy was the most electric, sensual feeling I’d ever had.

  I came suddenly, faster and more violently than before. She then began licking my ass and probing it with her tongue. I felt shivers up and down my spine. She spread open my cheeks, then lapped at my pussy and sucked hard on my clit. It was incredible. I couldn’t stop my orgasms. Each was followed by another as she kept licking and massaging my cunt and ass.

  We lay together for some time afterward. Finally, she put on her clothes and left. We never saw each other again in the flesh, but we sometimes meet on the Web and relive our experience.—J.M., Hayward, California

  BABES WITHOUT BOYFRIENDS GET WET

  WITH AND WITHOUT BIKINIS

  Karrie and I are best friends. We love the same music, clothes, and the same kind of guys. Last summer we were both between boyfriends, and so we decided to go to a pool party in matching and very revealing bikinis.

  It started as a joke, as we’re both slender, full-breasted brunettes and look enough alike that people think we’re sisters. But now I think we were horny and frustrated and wanted an excuse to act sexy. We certainly attracted a lot of attention. Guys couldn’t stop staring.

  After a few drinks I began to feel really horny. I was sitting by the pool watching Karrie, who’s real strong. She was doing laps like a pro when I thought to myself, I’m just a gal looking for a good lay, and I don’t care if it’s a man or a woman.

  Of course, I was just joking to myself, but watching Karrie swim over to me I did wish we were gay because she’s really beautiful. I just stared at her as she smiled up at me from the water. Then, to my surprise, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the pool.

  Karrie swam towards the far end and I followed as best I could. She moved through the water like a buxom mermaid, while I was more like a guppy. Gasping for air, I caught up with her at the ladder. It was darker there—the party taking place at the other end.

  Catching my breath, I noticed Karrie’s tits were bare, bobbing slowly up and down against the water. I couldn’t help staring at her beautiful brown nipples, tight knots of flesh under the cool water. I was about to tell her she’d lost her top when I saw it in her hand. She’d taken it off. Smiling, she flipped it out of the pool. Then she started to take off her bottoms.

  I couldn’t believe what she was doing. I looked around but no one was noticing us. Karrie lifted her bikini and threw it out of the pool. She was completely naked in the water.

  “You should try it,” she said, moving close and smiling. “You can feel the water flow over your pussy. It feels great.”

  “No fucking way,” I answered.

  “Stop being such a prude,” she said, putting her hands on my shoulders. Feeling her so close, touching me, I began to tremble.

  “Come on,” she said. “Do it for me.”

  She ran her hands caressingly up my neck and slowly undid my top. As she put her arms around me to undo the back, I felt my knees go weak. I put my hands on her hips and leaned into her, sinking into the sweet smell of her wet hair and the heat of her skin.

  For a moment I felt her breasts against me, then she pulled back, removing my top and quickly throwing it out of the pool.

  I stood there, staring at her. “You have really beautiful tits,” she whispered. I felt her hands grab my hips and she sank into the water. The party was only fifty feet away, but it seemed like another world as her hands hooked into my bikini panties and pulled them down. Then I was naked.

  Surfacing, she licked her lips, moving closer to me. The tips of her breasts caressed the super sensitive flesh of my nipples. She put a hand on my shoulder and, tilting her head, pulled me into her lips.

  She kissed me deeply and I kissed back, sucking the pulp of her bottom lip into my mouth. I felt her fingers caressing my slit. Oh, it felt wonderful. I pulled my head back, moaning, as Karrie slipped two fingers into my cunt and sucked hard on my right tit.

  She pushed me onto the pool’s ladder and I seized its slick rails, overcome with delicious sensations. Taking more of my tit into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the erect nipple. Taking a deep breath, she dived in front of my spread legs and began to suck and finger-fuck my cunt.

  Bubbles danced out of her mouth and exploded on the surface. She knew just what to do with her tongue, where to go, how hard, how fast to lick. She surfaced to breathe and then sank again between my legs, sucking and poking her long tongue into my soft folds.

  I wrapped my legs about her head, letting go every once in a while so she could breathe and kiss my lips and tits.

  I couldn’t keep myself from moaning. I knew that it would attract attention, but I really didn’t care. Her tongue and fingers felt too good. Karrie’s tongue fucked my hole. My legs wrapped hard about her head, my pelvis bucked, my mouth opened wide, and I came! My pussy spasmed and sucked hard on Karrie’s mouth, pulling more of her tongue into me. I ran my fingernails across my tits, across my inflamed nipples, and then down to Karrie.

  I pulled her up to my quivering lips and returned the favors she had given me. I didn’t know I had it in me. But I reached out for one of her lovely tits and took its sweet flesh into my mouth. I ran the tip of my tongue over her rippling aureole, tasting its salty sweetness. No wonder men go crazy over sucking tits.

  As I enjoyed Karrie’s delicious body, I slowly began to realize that people were watching us. Mouths slack, erections full, and cunts dripping, the whole party was turned on by our loving pool adventure.

  We were afraid of some terrible scandal, but instead, everyone else followed our lead and the pool party became an orgy.

  I ended up sprawled over the diving board being fucked by one guy and sucking another. It was a great ending to a great party.

  After that, we were invited to every party from here to Jersey. And we went. And came.—N.G., Wilmington, Delaware

  GIRL WHO’S SAVED WANTS TO PAY DEBT IN FULL

  They said it’s good to modify your life every five years somehow. Do something like move, change jobs, or such. Well, I felt that something needed to change last summer, but I wouldn’t have expected what did.

  I was working two jobs, one as a deputy, the other as an instructor at a local college. I liked both jobs, but things weren’t right. One day the professor who was in charge in the history department gave me a long, fatherly look and said, “Aggy, you look fucked over by life.”

  I clued him in, trying to explain what a rut I was in. He was very understanding, offering to give me different classes to teach. He also said that there was going to be a party at his place for some of the faculty,
and urged me to come, hinting that a lot of newly divorced guys would be there.

  I tried to beg off, but he made me promise to at least stop by. The party was in honor of a professor who was getting published again. It would be an informal thing, held pool-side. I decided on looking good in case there was anyone there worth taking a risk on. I look good in white, so I slipped into a white linen pants suit over frilly white bra and panties.

  I checked myself in the mirror and approved of my figure, still very firm for thirty-three. I kept myself in shape by running, and kept firm and muscular from using weights and practicing martial arts. Being tall, my last lover called me his very own Amazon.

  I got to the party early, thinking I’d still have a chance to save the evening. It wasn’t necessary though. There was a nice mix of people and everybody was in a good mood, glad for the professor. I mixed a bit, not drinking because I had to drive home. This turned out to be a very fortunate thing.

  I met Jinx about three hours into the party; she’d been a student of mine a year ago. I remembered her more for her papers than her face. But that night, it was her physical presence that grabbed me.

  She was a head shorter than me, with wheat-colored hair and bright green eyes. She looked great, all wild curves in a sundress, which was strained by an impressive bosom.

  We talked for a bit. She told me how much she enjoyed my class. She was very quick-witted and funny. She was also touchy. She’d lay a finger on my arm when she laughed. This was starting to affect me in a delicious way. Jinx was turning me on.

  Well, at one point, Jinx and I got separated. And that’s when things happened. There was a shout, a splash, and then another shout.

  I looked away from the person I was talking with to see Jinx floundering in the pool. She’d get her head up, then slide under. I ran forward, right out of my shoes. I got hold of the struggling blonde. I forced her onto her back and towed her to the side. Somebody took her. As I got up, there were cheers. As Jinx was helped away the cheers turned into wolf whistles.