Letters to Penthouse XXXIX

by Letters to Penthouse XXXIX- Hot, Horny

  It didn’t take long for Harry to figure out that I like having the sides of my clit licked and being brought to the edge of orgasm that way. Then, when I was nearly at my peak, he tapped my clit with his tongue, which felt delicate and intense at the same time. I pressed my thighs against the sides of his head, holding him there as his tongue licked the perfect spot and I came hard all over his face.

  I really needed to suck him again, so I got up and we switched places. I was crouching between his legs, his stiff member standing straight up in front of my face. I swooped down and swallowed him whole, being much more rough and fast-paced with my sucking this time. I didn’t have the patience for a long, slow blowjob now, I needed him to cram his cock all the way down my throat so I could get another taste of his creamy come.

  I pulled him out of my mouth, though only to catch my breath. To keep up the pace of my rapid sucking, I slid his meaty pole between my breasts, loving how he filled that valley of flesh. His moans told me how much he liked the soft pressure of my breasts around his cock, so I kept going, letting him fuck my tits fast and hard. Each time his hard-on poked through the top, I sucked on the tip, squeezing my lips around the whole head and keeping it there for a few seconds. Harry started thrusting quicker, pushing up from between my breasts so that his dick bumped my chin a few times.

  Harry was really getting into it, telling me how good my mouth felt on his dick and what a fantastic cocksucker I was. His words almost made me come, so I reached down and tweaked my clit again, urging forth another orgasm. When he announced that he was going to come all over my beautiful tits, I exploded in sheer ecstasy, having the most intense orgasm of the day so far. And true to his word, within seconds he was spraying my breasts with come as I opened my mouth wide, hoping to catch a few drops on my tongue. Luckily, I did, and after I swallowed them down and rubbed the rest into my skin, I moved up his body and we kissed, all of our juices and sweat creating a wonderful taste.

  I’ll never forget that day I met Harry. Since then, we’ve often spent long afternoons having decadent oral sex. I love sucking him off, and well, he doesn’t seem to mind my taste for cock one bit.

  —Ms. D.P., New York, New York

  A Proper Wife Discovers the Thrill of Teasing Men Who Like to Watch

  Like all women, I enjoy being the focus of a man’s attention. Hungry stares of appreciation reinforce the idea that I’m a desirable woman. But until last summer I was simply the passive recipient of this attention, enjoying it, but doing little to encourage it because of my conservative nature.

  I’d conducted myself properly at all times, resisting the occasional temptation and dare to act naughty. Fortunately, however, my new husband has made it his goal to bring out my spontaneous side. Thanks to him, I’ve become more open to new adventures.

  Last year, when Vince and I purchased a summer home on the east end of Long Island, I got up the nerve to do something truly outrageous in public. When I did, it was liberating and sexually fulfilling.

  It all began one day when I was sunning myself on the beach in the scandalous pink bikini Vince had convinced me to buy. The sound of the waves lapping at the shore and the feel of the sun on my oiled body put me in a dreamy state.

  I was on the verge of dozing off when I looked out at the water and saw a cabin cruiser anchored close to the shore. Curious, I picked up my binoculars, which I’d had next to me on the sand, and focused on the boat. What I saw was a half-naked guy on the deck looking at me through his binoculars.

  As sexy as I was feeling at the moment, it didn’t take me long to decide to give my admirer a little show. Looking to my left and then my right, I saw that there weren’t many people on the beach that afternoon, two dozen or so, and they were a good distance away. So, putting down the binoculars, I cupped my firm, full breasts and squeezed them. I did this for a few minutes, then sat up, reached behind me and untied my top. Slowly, teasingly, I let it fall away from my tits. “Look at me,” I said to myself and the man on the boat.

  Stroking my breasts, and occasionally pinching my nipples out there in the open with a total stranger watching me from afar, was more exciting than I could have imagined. I brought a hand down between my legs and began stroking my pussy through my bikini bottom. I didn’t need the binoculars to know that I was still being watched, but I checked anyway. Sure enough, there he was, one hand holding his binoculars to his eyes and the other squeezing what I figured was a pretty large bulge in his shorts.

  Keep watching, fella, I thought. We’re not through yet. I snaked my hand down inside my bikini and set about getting myself off in earnest. With my nipples pebble-hard and my pussy really juicy, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I reached my climax. I rubbed my clit harder and slipped two fingers inside my hole, and then I came, my hips jerking up off my lounge chair as waves of pleasure rolled through me. Still in a daze, I focused the binoculars on the cabin cruiser. The guy on deck waved at me, smiling, and I waved back.

  I couldn’t wait to tell Vince all about my adventure, and I did as soon as he came home from work. We made passionate love that night with my husband’s big cock pounding into my pussy and the memory of masturbating for a stranger combining to drive me crazy.

  The very next day, at Vince’s urging, I was back on the beach, this time bringing not only the binoculars but also my vibrator. While settling into the lounge chair, I heard, “Hey, Beverly, how’s it going?” I turned and looked up, finding Sam, our neighbor, standing by the railing of his deck. “Gorgeous day, huh?”

  “Fabulous,” I replied, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. How could I perform for my friend on the boat with Sam up there sitting on his deck? I needn’t have worried, though, because the cabin cruiser never showed up. I sat there on my chair, waiting expectantly, vibrator all ready, but nothing. “Damn,” I cursed with disappointment. But then I had an idea. A wildly wicked one. Looking up, I saw that Sam was still on his deck fooling around with his grill. Why not? I thought.

  I got up and positioned my chair so that Sam would have a good view, then sat back down. Growing bolder by the second, I removed the top of my bikini and then wriggled out of my bottoms. I closed my eyes and began playing with myself, knowing that sooner or later Sam would take notice of me, if he hadn’t already. I had been horny for hours thinking about getting myself off for the boat guy, so I had to stop and calm down several times because I didn’t want to come too soon.

  Was Sam watching? I opened my eyes and smiled. He was there all right, trying to hide behind a potted plant on his deck. And I could swear that he had his cock in hand and was stroking it intently as he peered at me through the leaves. Silly Sam, I thought, reaching for my vibrator.

  Wanting to give my neighbor a good show, I tried my best to delay the inevitable. But I couldn’t do it. Knowing he was up there all bug-eyed and breathing hard, and with my clit buzzing and the vibrator humming in my soaked cunt, it wasn’t long before I exploded in orgasm. When I opened my eyes I saw that Sam had disappeared. I pictured him furiously jerking off to the image of his sexy neighbor masturbating on the beach.

  Of course, I told Vince everything when he came home. He was all smiles and said that he hoped I could continue to “strut my stuff,” as he put it. I had every intention of doing just that.

  That Saturday morning, we went food shopping and in the afternoon looked for clothes, in particular the dress I’d wear that night when we went dancing. The low-cut, form-fitting, above-the-knee number we decided on was a smashing success, judging from the number of compliments I received from the various men who asked me to dance. I soaked up all the attention like a sponge, not minding a bit when a few of my more rambunctious dance partners worked the fanny-hugging dress up over my hips to reveal my lacy black panties.

  Unfortunately, the following week provided few opportunities to indulge in my new hobby. Looking my sexy best, I went into town several times and paraded around, bending way over when I browsed in shops so the male clerks could glimpse
my cleavage or get a peek at my panties. That was fun, but little more than an appetizer to the feast of exhibitionism I enjoyed with my husband late Saturday night. Now that was wickedly satisfying.

  Earlier in the day, Sam had come by to invite Vince and me to a party he was hosting for about twenty of his friends. We had declined, preferring a quiet evening together, just the two of us. Sam’s guests began arriving around six o’clock, and soon thereafter were enjoying an outdoor barbecue and dancing on the beach. Around ten o’clock, they took the party indoors.

  My husband and I wandered out to our deck to gaze upon a night sky dotted with twinkling stars. It put us both in a romantic mood, and soon we were kissing. Breaking the kiss, and with my pussy beginning to melt, I suggested we go inside. “No,” Vince said. “Let’s do it right here. On the deck.”

  “But they’ll see us,” I said, referring to the small group of people gathered outside Sam’s house.

  “Exactly,” my husband said.

  Like a match tossed into a can of gasoline, my lust suddenly flamed brightly. The idea of being watched by not just one person but a whole group made me dizzy with desire. I got out of my clothes in record time, as did Vince, and then I was down on my knees sucking hungrily on his already-rigid cock. All Sam’s guests had to do to see a naked couple having sex was look our way.

  Feeling deliciously naughty, I lathered my husband’s cock and balls with saliva as my pussy pulsed in readiness. After five minutes or so, Vince arranged me in a deck chair and began eating my pussy, making me howl with pleasure. I turned my head toward Sam’s deck and saw that where once there were a handful of people there was now a crowd. The word had spread, all right.

  Our growing audience was strangely quiet, either because they were concentrating intently on the show or because they were afraid to make any noise for fear of interrupting us. “There’s got to be twenty people on Sam’s deck,” I whispered to Vince. “They’re all out there!”

  “And they’re all watching you,” he mumbled into my pussy.

  The fact that we were being watched seemed to excite my husband as much as it did me, and before very long he had me bent over at the waist and holding tight to the railing of our deck as he fucked me from behind. A few slaps on the ass was all it took to send me spiraling into a mind-clouding orgasm. But Vince kept pounding away, his hands locked on to my hips as his cock drilled deep into my pussy.

  I was coming a second time, moaning, when Vince finally erupted. As soon as he pulled out of my pussy, I spun around, dropped to my knees, and licked his cock clean. I took a peek at our neighbor’s deck as I swabbed the head with my tongue. They were still there, of course, all of them, looking on, no doubt, in sheer amazement.

  “We have to do that again,” I said later, as Vince and I cuddled in bed.

  My husband chuckled. “You’re going to get quite a reputation.”

  “I know,” I said. “Isn’t it great?”

  —Ms. B.K., via email

  Taking the Term “Multiorgasmic” to New Heights—Wow, What a Girl!

  I guess it took coming back from a great fishing trip for me to work up the nerve to ask out my sexy neighbor, Vera, a woman I’d lusted after ever since moving to town. I think Vera knew I wanted to fuck her, and I wanted her in the worst way, but I was still bowled over when she accepted my invitation to come over and watch a video.

  I hadn’t gotten any farther in deciding what to wear than a pair of silk boxers when I heard Vera at the door. What the hell, I thought. I answered the door just as I was. She looked wonderful in a scoopneck knit top and a pair of shorts.

  After some basic chitchat, I opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for each of us. We talked a while, and then I decided it was time to put on the movie I’d rented, Basic Instinct. As the movie progressed, I leaned back and put my feet on the couch. Then, after one especially hot scene, I sat up and leaned forward, putting my arm around Vera’s shoulder. I kissed her cheek and pulled her toward me. And suddenly there we were: me lying back on the couch with one leg over the back, and Vera lying between my legs with her head on my chest.

  It felt good having her body against mine, and I felt myself beginning to get aroused. On the screen Michael Douglas was really giving it to Sharon Stone, and I knew Vera could feel my hard cock against her back.

  I began to caress her hair and her neck. Looking down, I could see the tops of her tits, so I reached around and began to caress her upper chest and neck. Occasionally I would allow my hand to slide over the slightly exposed parts of her breasts. Vera leaned her head back against me, took a deep breath, and allowed the air to slowly escape from her lips. Feeling bolder, I turned her face toward me and I kissed her while slipping my hand down her top, into her bra, squeezing the wonderful soft flesh of her breast. What a delicious wet kiss!

  As the movie was ending, I slipped from under her, stood up, and pulled her from the couch. Vera instantly swung her arms around my neck as we started to kiss passionately. I asked her if she wanted to go to the bedroom and she nodded. Wondering why I hadn’t done this a long time ago, I kissed her again, pressing my hard cock against her as my hand slipped inside her shorts to caress her bare ass.

  Minutes later, we were naked and in the bedroom. I eased Vera down onto the bed, and she pulled me on top of her. Vera was tight, but she was so wet my cock slid into her up to my balls. And then I was pumping hard into her sweet pussy. We had barely begun to fuck when she came. I couldn’t believe it! Her hands moved from caressing my chest to grabbing my ass as she pulled me deep inside her and shuddered through her orgasm.

  I pulled her close to me and rolled over onto my back. She moaned as my cock ground into her. She pushed herself up and began to grind her pussy down on my cock, faster and faster. She was coming again! Her breath got sharper and faster, matching the movement of her hips. She moaned, “Oh, fuck,” as she got into her orgasm. God, it was wonderful seeing those pendulous breasts swaying back and forth as she fucked me and came on my cock. It was almost enough to make me shoot my load, but I wanted to hold off as long as possible.

  After Vera had come again, I withdrew and rolled her over. I slapped her ass and she instinctively came up to her knees, offering herself doggy-style. Again my cock slipped effortlessly into that wet cunt of hers, and I really started to ride her. I was giving it to her really hard when she had an orgasm that seemed to roll from one into another. My God, this woman was an unbelievable fuck!

  I pulled her to the edge of the bed, and I stood on the floor as I again pressed my hard dick into her. I looked into her face and down her body, past her gently swaying tits, across her stomach, and down to her trimmed pubic hair where my cock was moving in and out of her body. I began to pick up the pace again. I really wanted to fuck her good and give her something to remember. Amazingly, she was soon coming again.

  This was absolutely mind-blowing. I had never been with a woman so responsive. Vera was taking “multi-orgasmic” to new heights. We were both drenched in sweat, and I continued to pound my cock into her. Through clenched teeth, she said, “Oh, God, fuck me! Fuck me!”

  An almost gut-wrenching moan began from somewhere deep inside her body. Suddenly she exploded into yet another orgasm and her pussy went gushy-wet. Once that ride was over, I had to stop for a moment. Our sweat-soaked bodies were sliding together as we breathed deeply.

  As I got off the bed, Vera turned herself around so that her head was hanging over the side of the bed. She reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me toward her. As my cock got close, she opened her mouth to take me in. I leaned forward and began to squeeze her tits while I slid easily into her mouth and down her throat.

  After a while I pulled out and got back up on the bed. I rolled her over and pulled her to her knees once again. I fucked her hard from behind. Vera came two more times while I pounded into her. Then I felt my balls begin to tighten with my impending orgasm.

  And suddenly it was there. Those wonderful contractions pumped my come
into her body. I collapsed on top of her while we both gasped for air. We rolled apart and lay there exhausted on the bed. After a few minutes I got up to get a wet towel so she could clean up. I looked at the clock. We had fucked nonstop for almost two hours!

  Vera kissed my cheek and took the towel from me to wipe herself. “You wore me out,” she said with a smile. She began to retrace our steps to the couch as she picked up her clothes. I walked naked with her to the door. She squeezed my still-oozing cock as we kissed good night. And then she was gone.

  I felt dazed with pleasure as I turned out the lights and crawled back into bed. I was not expecting the uninhibited tigress that Vera turned out to be. All of those orgasms. Wow! She left me a tired, sore, but very satisfied man.

  —Mr. A.Y., via email

  Toy Car Collector Parks Her Passion at Garage Sale

  Early spring and fall are my favorite seasons, simply because that’s when a lot of suburban homeowners hold garage sales. Attending these events is a particular passion of mine—I love going through other people’s stuff! True, most of what’s for sale is junk, but you never know when you’re going to come across something really neat, a hidden treasure, as it were. One of the sales I went to last Saturday afternoon was the best ever. Not only did I find the toy car I had been searching for in vain, I also found a great guy.

  He had recently moved into the small ranch house down the block from me and was having a garage sale. I had never met him, but neighbors said that Jack was single and friendly and worked in a car dealership. Super-curious—not about him, really, but about what he was selling—I decided to make his garage sale the last of the four I planned to visit that day. All were within walking distance of my house.