Letters to Penthouse XXXIX

by Letters to Penthouse XXXIX- Hot, Horny

  Wasting no time, I rose and pulled the cover off the hot tub, the steam rising through the glow of the colored tub lights. Next, I went inside and turned the torches around the deck to a soft, sexy glow. I changed the music to something a bit lighter and turned it up to cover any noise. I could barely hear the waves as they lapped gently over the now-deserted beach.

  Ian began to help his wife out of her clothes. Maggie watched intensely as he then kissed and nibbled Tracy’s lovely neck. I walked over to Maggie, who was still sitting in the hanging basket chair, and she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled herself toward me. Then my wife kissed me with a passion you would expect from a new lover, not old married folk. I helped her from the chair, and we walked over to the tub. I pulled off my shirt and stepped out of my shorts. Both Ian and Tracy were already in the tub, and Maggie began unwrapping her outfit. Our friends never took their eyes from her.

  I held Maggie’s hand as she slid into the tub, and then I climbed in. I sat between the two women, with Ian across from me. We toasted our good friends and their new life in Seattle. The toast was nearly complete when my free hand drifted with the water onto Tracy’s inner thigh, brushing against her neatly trimmed pubic hair. I felt a bit awkward and withdrew it, mumbling, “Sorry.” Tracy just smiled, lifting her glass to me.

  Maggie noticed the encounter and looked at me with eyes filled with lust. Moving toward me, she straddled my lap and kissed me deeply. Her hand reached down to grab my hardness and guided it to her waiting pussy. We had never done anything like this before around other people, and it was such a turn-on!

  Maggie leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “Go slow. Let’s make this last all night, okay?” I breathed deeply and nodded in agreement. I couldn’t speak; Maggie was lifting her body over my cock and crashing down onto it again and again. The sloshing sound of water told me that we weren’t alone. Ian had Tracy up on the side of the hot tub with her ankles nearly behind her head as he pounded away at her cunt. This was almost too good to be true!

  I pulled Maggie up on the side of the tub with me so that our guests could get a better view. Her nipples were extremely hard, and her pussy was sopping wet. Throwing her hair back, she fucked me slowly with a decidedly sensual rhythm. I could feel my balls responding, getting ready to release their load deep into my wife.

  Ian was more than merely taking notice of Maggie’s performance—his eyes followed her every move. Tracy had changed places with her husband and was now licking up and down the length of his hard cock, intermittently sinking the entire thing down her throat, all the while staring at me with this awesome come-hither look in her eyes. I was getting ready to come when Maggie beat me to the punch, moaning and quivering. I felt light-headed as the tightness in my balls exploded into my wife in jet after jet of hot semen. Maggie and I locked in a hot embrace and kissed each other madly. As we separated, I saw Tracy climb on top of Ian, milking him for all he was worth. Then they both went still, both groaning loudly, obviously reaching their own fulfilling climaxes.

  When they finished, we all sat back in a sort of lustful disbelief. Tracy was the first to break the silence with a tiny giggle. We all followed with a good laugh. Then Ian climbed from the tub and refreshed our drinks. When he returned, he sat next to Maggie and began to play with her long, wet hair. Maggie responded by turning and pushing him down onto his back. Grabbing his reviving cock, she pumped it a few times and then climbed up onto his chest and pushed her hips toward his face. Ian responded by putting his hands on her ass and pulling her pussy to his lips and licking her. Maggie’s hands crept to her breasts to play with her erect nipples as she rode Ian’s face in a frenzy.

  Tracy and I watched, half amazed, half entranced. My cock was hard again and throbbing for her. Tracy rolled over on her back and lifted one leg in invitation. I placed myself between her thighs and slowly pushed the head of my cock through her slick labia. As I slid into Tracy’s pussy, I felt something I had never felt before, or even contemplated: the hot, silky-wet sensation of another man’s come inside a woman’s cunt! Man, what a turn-on!

  Tracy urged me to come inside her as soon as I could because she wanted to ride my face like Maggie was riding Ian’s. So I enjoyed the newfound sensation as long as possible and then obliged the lady, adding my hot cream to that of her husband. Afterward, I got to enjoy another new sensation, the taste of another man’s come mixed with my own, seeping from an extremely excited vagina.

  By then, Maggie had finished her ride and was fucking Ian with wild abandon. Ian’s cock was pounding her into another furious orgasm as Tracy began getting off from my lips and tongue. Soon both girls were howling with ecstasy, and Ian joined them with his grunts as he pumped my wife full of come. What an amazing sight!

  When we were finished, the girls handed us towels to clean ourselves up and slipped inside to use the bathroom, no doubt trading girlish observations! Twenty minutes passed without them returning, so Ian and I decided to investigate. We wrapped towels around ourselves and headed inside. There we found the girls tangled on the bed in a 69, eating each other’s pussy. Their skin was flushed, and they were both panting hard, their tongues busy between each other’s legs. They both came before long, and Ian and I hopped into bed to join them.

  Almost before we realized it, it was nearly five o’clock in the morning, and the sun was close to rising. Tracy and Ian still had some packing to do, so they bid us farewell. They moved shortly after that night, but they’ve stayed in close touch with us. In fact, we are planning a trip together to the islands, to see what kind of fun we can come up with. We’ll be sure to keep you posted!

  —Name and address withheld

  Of Steamy Nights, Horny Neighbors, and Lust on a Porch

  It was another one of those hot and humid nights we often have here in the South; the kind where the fireflies are out in numbers, and all one has to do is to look at a bush or a tree to see a down-to-earth light show. I had gotten off from my job at the mall early, and as soon as

  I got home, I stripped and popped into a cool shower. Then, still nude, I warmed up some garlic bread in the microwave and fixed a bowl of fruit salad for dinner. As I ate, I had time to read my favorite magazine, Penthouse Variations. All those stories about sucking and fucking sure made my pussy ache! I read on into the early evening, making myself even more horny and idly stroking my clit. I wanted to make myself come, but I figured I’d wait and see what else happened that night. You never know.

  After I’d finished that month’s issue, I decided to sit out on my porch and hopefully catch my sexy next-door neighbor as he arrived home. I hadn’t been out there for more than thirty minutes when I saw his car pull up, and as he got out, I caught him looking my way. I was dressed, if you could call it that, in a long T-shirt without any panties on. When he glanced over, I quickly opened my legs so that he could catch a glimpse of my shaved pussy, and then I invited him over for a drink. We’d hooked up in the past, so I had a pretty good idea that he’d say yes. I was right, but instead he invited me over to hang out on his porch, which, unlike mine, is screened.

  Craig opened the door for me, and I followed him inside. Then he got me a beer and went to put on some music. I was more than halfway through my bottle by the time he returned to the porch, and I was surprised to see that he’d removed his clothes and had wrapped a towel around his waist. He then offered me a towel, saying that I might be more comfortable out of my shirt. I accepted, thinking that the shirt would just get in our way, anyway.

  As I was pulling my shirt over my head, I felt Craig’s mouth on one of my nipples. He stopped sucking it long enough for me to get the towel positioned around my waist and to grab a swig of my beer, then he began licking and massaging my breasts again.

  Suddenly, he straightened up, grabbed his beer, and took a long drink. Then he took my hand, led me over to the futon, and pulled me down beside him. As the cicadas chirped in the hot night air, we kissed. I could taste the beer on his lips as he snaked his
tongue into my mouth. My pussy grew wetter and I needed him badly, so I reached down between his legs and took hold of his huge cock. Wanting to suck him off, I leaned over and swiped at the head with my tongue. Craig stopped me before I could swallow his entire length, saying that he wanted us to be in a 69, but first he had to fix the couch. He reached around, and within a moment the futon was flattened out.

  Then all at once his head was between my legs and my mouth was poised over his massive cock. Oh, how I loved the feel of his soft skin as I caressed it with a fingertip. I began licking around the circumference, and then sucked slowly until I felt his hips grind. I was so into sucking Craig’s cock that it took me a moment to realize he was already fucking me with his tongue and I was also grinding my hips.

  As I went down on him, he would stick his tongue farther into my cunt and thrust it in and out. As I licked Craig’s cockhead and played with his balls, he sucked on my clit. This went on for what seemed like an hour, until we were both coming inside each other’s mouth. I even think I surprised him by swallowing every ounce of his seed.

  When we were done, I rose up and asked if I could have another beer. He reached over and got me one, then got one for himself. We then lay back, propped up by pillows, with my head on his shoulder as we enjoyed our drinks.

  It was so satisfying to be lying there with Craig on a hot summer night and drinking a cold brew. I lay back and closed my eyes, and I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew was that there was a tongue between my legs. Craig looked up at me and smiled, then went back to licking my pussy. I was still sensitive from my earlier orgasm, and I writhed so hard that he had to hold me to the futon. He went back and forth between fucking my hole and flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue until I was begging him to put his cock in me and fuck me hard.

  Craig wouldn’t relent, instead furiously tonguing my pussy up and down, sucking and licking until I was bucking my hips in his face. I finally had to yell out, “Fuck me now, I’m coming!” Stopping abruptly, Craig stood up, and I could see that his cock was sticking straight out from his belly. He was as turned on as I was, and I was amazed that he had been able to hold off this long.

  Grabbing my ankles, he pulled me to the edge of the mattress, and then wrapped my legs around his waist. Finally, I felt his cock between my legs and thrust my hips up to meet him. He slipped into my cunt, filling me completely, and it felt so good. My ass was lifted into the air, and he held my body steady as he pounded into me, his balls slapping against my skin. Using my legs, I held on extra-tight as we both lost control, my hands grasping at the mattress for extra support that I knew wasn’t there.

  Craig’s cock filled me again and again, drawing out until only the tip was embedded inside my cunt, and then ramming back home. That was probably the most multi-orgasmic experience I’d ever had, and I couldn’t stop coming, my pussy spasming around his shaft. Through it all, he managed somehow to hold himself back, but then he finally exploded. Wow, did he ever come! A huge torrent of his hot juice flooded my canal, and I could see it shining on his thrusting cock whenever he drew out. Finally, he gave one last minor shudder, and then carefully lowered me to the futon. Afterward, we lay there for a while in a passionate embrace, his body pressed hard against mine.

  I hated to do it, but I finally excused myself to go home. I walked back next door and got into bed, a buzzing in my pussy and a smile on my face. Now that’s what I call a good neighbor!

  —Ms. T.M., Anniston, Alabama

  A Man and His Wife Enjoy Hot Anal Sex With Their Neighbor

  I’ve been living in the same garden apartment for the past nine years and have had numerous neighbors in that time. The couple who moved in next door last month, however, are truly special. Tony and his gorgeous wife, Margie, are two of the most uninhibited people I’ve ever met. If it has anything at all to do with sex, they’re interested. “Outrageous” is a word that describes them perfectly. Let me tell you what happened this past Saturday.

  It was a beautiful morning, and I was outside washing my car when Tony and Margie stopped to say hello. They were on their way to the beach and invited me to join them. I wanted to finish the car, and I had scheduled other chores for the day, so I politely declined. My new neighbors were disappointed, especially Margie, but she said perhaps they’d see me later. Then she and her husband went to get their car.

  Watching them walk away, my eyes zeroing in on Margie’s butt in the bottom half of the two-piece suit she was wearing, I was reminded of her sex appeal. She was one fine-looking female, to be sure. In her thirties, like her husband, she was a neatly built brown-eyed brunette with a sparkling personality and a smile that seemed to suggest very naughty secrets. She had to be dynamite in bed.

  Anyway, it was around six o’clock that day and I was about to put something together for dinner when there was a knock on the door. It was Tony, asking if I wanted to join him and his wife for Chinese takeout. As I hate to cook, I accepted the invitation with the pleasant realization that I’d have another opportunity to ogle Margie.

  Well, after eating we went into the living room and continued talking, with the conversation eventually turning to sex. Tony joked that he envied me, a good-looking single guy who could have a different girl every night. In response, I blurted out that being single had its advantages, but with a woman like Margie, I could easily become a one-woman man. Margie, who was wearing tight white shorts, a blue halter, and sandals, beamed and immediately came over to sit next to me on the couch.

  Placing a hand on my knee, she proceeded to tell me about a fantasy she shared with her husband. The fantasy revolved around her fucking another man while Tony watched. “You could help us with this fantasy, Charlie,” Margie cooed. “Doesn’t it sound exciting?” I had to admit it did; the thought alone had my cock stirring in my pants.

  Margie excused herself and left the room, returning about fifteen minutes later in a sexy black baby-doll nightie. She put on some music and asked me if I’d like to dance. A minute later she was rubbing her pussy up against my bulge, and I was kneading her fine ass through the sheer nightie. My swollen cock was really hurting, trapped there in my pants, and I couldn’t wait to give it its freedom. Margie maneuvered us into the bedroom, with Tony close behind, and once there she removed her nightie and I shed my clothes in a flash.

  “Ooh, look,” Margie cooed, staring at my throbbing erection. “He’s got a really nice one, honey. Isn’t it a beauty?” Tony agreed that my cock was special, which I thought was a little weird, but I wasn’t about to dwell on it as Margie ordered me to sit on the side of the bed and then dropped to her knees in front of me. Seconds later she was gobbling my cock while finger-fucking her pussy. I looked over at Tony, who had stripped naked and was idly stroking his dick as he watched his wife hungrily suck on my cock.

  Margie was every bit the expert cocksucker I’d imagined her to be. Sexy slurping sounds came from deep in her throat as she slobbered over my hard organ. Her husband was offering words of encouragement (not that she needed any) to urge her on, at one point telling her to show me how well she could swallow a cock. Margie responded immediately, and the next thing I knew my whole cock was disappearing down her beautiful throat. The sight alone was enough to start me coming, but Margie didn’t flinch as my semen streamed down her throat. She simply swallowed it all and then licked me clean.

  Minutes later, I was stretched out on the bed with Margie sitting on my face. I pride myself on being an above-average pussy-eater, so it was music to my ears to hear this sexually experienced woman gasping and moaning with erotic delight as I licked and sucked on her sex. I lost myself in her neatly trimmed brown bush, inhaling the aroma of her arousal as I lashed her excited clitoris with my tongue.

  And then I felt a hand on my cock, which had started to get hard again. I figured it was Margie’s, but then I felt a mouth on my member. For sure, it wasn’t hers; it had to be Tony sucking my cock. For a moment there I was stunned, because I had never even entertain
ed the idea of sex with another guy. But I had to admit it felt good, real good, so I went back to eating Margie’s pussy, making her come not once but twice as her husband licked and sucked on my second boner of the night.

  It was time now for me to fuck Margie, and she had no objection when I ordered her onto her back on the bed. As soon as she was ready, I plowed into her pussy and began fucking her with deep, sure strokes. Tony knelt on the bed by her head and started jerking off. Our timing turned out to be pretty good, with Tony splashing his creamy semen all over his wife’s pretty face approximately five seconds before I blasted my hot load right into her quivering pussy. Margie’s face was contorted with absolute pleasure as she, too, climaxed. She licked her husband clean, did the same to me, and then went off to the bathroom to freshen up.

  Tony went into the living room for the bottle of wine we’d left there. He poured us each a glass, and we relaxed as we sipped the wine. With my new friends telling me some of their more exciting sexual adventures, it wasn’t long before I was aroused again, as were they. Tony said, “You know, I’ve always wanted to be fucked in the ass while I was fucking Margie. What do you say, Charlie? Are you up for that?”

  Under ordinary circumstances I probably would have politely declined, but these were certainly not ordinary circumstances, so I said, “Sure, why not?” I then watched Margie suck her husband until he was fully erect. That done, she stretched out on the bed and Tony sank his cock inside her pussy—but not before telling me where I’d find the KY for his butt. He started moving inside his wife, and then held still while I coated his asshole with the slick lubricant.

  “Don’t be afraid,” he said, looking back at me. “Shove it all the way in, Charlie.”

  Well, I did just that, surprised at how easy it was to bury the full length of my hard cock balls-deep inside Tony’s ass. It felt good, too, nice and tight like a woman’s ass, and I started sawing my cock in and out of that clasping channel. Grunting and groaning, Tony worked his cock in and out of his wife’s pussy, and somehow we managed to establish a halfway decent rhythm that had the three of us moving more or less in sync.