Letters to Penthouse XXXIX

by Letters to Penthouse XXXIX- Hot, Horny

  Hours later, I arrived at Jack’s house feeling mildly frustrated, since all I had to show for the day’s outing was some costume jewelry. At first glance, it didn’t look very promising. Covering a small portion of Jack’s lawn were gardening tools, some stack tables, a beat-up hassock, a standing ashtray, an old car jack, and other stuff I had no use for. But then I walked over to his driveway where he had set up four tables, and suddenly my eyes lit up. There, between the usual bric-a-brac and a stack of automotive magazines, was a tray of die-cast miniature cars. And among those on display was the 1964 convertible with the top down that I needed for my Ford Mustang collection. I couldn’t believe it! I’d been looking for this particular toy car forever!

  I should mention here that I’m an avid toy car collector. I come from a family of die-hard car enthusiasts and, tomboy that I am, I have a pretty good collection of miniature automobiles. That ’64 Mustang convertible was near impossible to find because of its limited distribution, but there it was right in front of me!

  “How much?” I asked excitedly, eyes fixed on the toy car as I pointed to it.

  “Make me an offer,” came the reply in a voice so husky and sexy that my knees practically buckled.

  I looked up, and for the first time really noticed the guy who had been walking back and forth behind the tables. And he was worth noticing. Tall and trim, with smiling blue eyes and dirty-blond hair, he was really hot. We looked at each other for a moment, neither of us speaking. I could tell it was lust at first sight for him as well as for me. His eyes conveyed the fact that he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted him to. I wished I were wearing a tank top and my low-riding, fanny-hugging jeans instead of a simple white blouse and yellow skirt. Still, he was obviously taken by me. I’ve been told that I’m very pretty, with my dark eyes, full lips, and shoulder-length brown hair.

  We finally started talking, about vintage automobiles at first, and then about ourselves. Only when interrupted by a potential customer did we stop our flirting. When Jack had to show a woman the stack tables on the lawn, he asked me to hang around until the garage sale was over. “We’ll talk some more,” he said, giving me a wink, his hand remaining on my upper arm a moment longer than was necessary. Better yet, I thought, hopefully we’ll fuck.

  My pussy was warm and damp as I helped Jack move all the stuff he hadn’t sold into the garage. There I got a close-up view of the restored ’67 Camaro he had told me about earlier. It excited me almost as much as being so close to him did, and when the last folding table had been put away and he pulled me to him for a passionate kiss, I simply melted in his arms. He suggested we go into his house, but I had a better idea. “Let’s start in the garage,” I said, squeezing the bulge in his jeans.

  Jack laughed. “Garage sex after a garage sale. Guess it’s fitting.”

  After closing the garage door and flipping on an overhead light, my new friend found an old blanket and dropped it at my feet. “You read my mind,” I said with a smile. Sinking to my knees, I pulled down his jeans and briefs to reveal a beautiful cock ready for action, with a drop of precome glistening on the tip. I licked it all over, from head to base, its musky aroma fueling my lust. “Take it in your mouth,” he moaned. “Suck on it.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice, and seconds later I was sucking on that yummy cock, my head bobbing up and down in a nice, steady rhythm. Jack swept my long hair up away from my face so he could see his shaft sliding in and out of my mouth. “Oh, yeah, that’s the way,” he crooned as I felt his grip on my hair tighten. “Suck that cock, baby.”

  For the next several minutes I alternately licked and sucked Jack’s prick, occasionally pausing to munch on his balls. Suddenly, he put his hands on either side of my head and held it still, informing me that he wanted to fuck my face. I looked up at him as his cock sawed in and out of my mouth, the head of it bumping against the back of my throat on each thrust. After a while he stepped back, pulling away from my lips as he told me that he wanted to eat my pussy.

  Excitedly, I shimmied out of my panties and pulled up my skirt. Jack lifted me up onto the hood of the restored Camaro, and I lay back on it, eagerly anticipating his mouth on my sex. Gripping my thighs, Jack began by rubbing his face against my pussy, smearing his chin with my juices. Then he began eating me hungrily, his tongue seemingly everywhere at once as it slurped up my juices and massaged my clit. It was when he started tongue-fucking me that I came, wriggling like an eel on the hood of the car and crying out with my release.

  Jack let me rest for a moment and then he helped me off the car onto my feet. Nimbly, like a man who’d had lots of practice, he unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra, placing them together in a pile on the car hood. And then he was tonguing my tits and sucking my nipples, biting them gently, too. It was enough to make me hot all over again, so when Jack turned me around and gently but firmly bent me over the hood of the Camaro, I was ready to beg to be fucked. Which of course wasn’t necessary, for no sooner was I in position than Jack slid his cock into my pussy and began doing me from behind.

  God, it felt great! With his hands holding my hips in a viselike grip, Jack plunged into me again and again as I grunted and groaned with pleasure. The hood of the car felt cool against my face, but every other part of me was steaming, especially my pussy. Tremors that began in my pussy soon raced through my body, and then I was racing toward my orgasm. Now I really began to beg. “Do it, Jack,” I pleaded. “Fuck me good and hard.”

  Jack growled and picked up the pace, slamming into me with fierce determination, his deep, jarring thrusts bumping me forward and causing my tits to rub against the shiny surface of the car’s hood. Then I let out a moan when he slipped his thumb into my asshole.

  I was on the verge of asking Jack to stick his cock in my behind when he announced that he was coming. He exploded with a bearlike growl, his orgasm prompting my own mind-clouding release. I felt his hot load shooting into my cunt as it spasmed around his shaft, and when his orgasm had run its course, he slumped atop me. We rested like that for a minute or so, with Jack breathing heavily into my ear as his cock softened in my content cunt. “That was wonderful,” I sighed.

  Half an hour later we were enjoying sandwiches and beer in his kitchen, with Jack showing me his miniature car collection. It included the rare ’64 Mustang convertible. I’d wondered why he’d be willing to sell such a prize possession and now I knew; somehow he’d managed to get his hands on two of them. This was definitely a man to get to know better.

  As passionate as we both were about miniature automobiles, it couldn’t match our passion for each other. So it wasn’t long before we were upstairs in his bedroom, the two of us naked and feasting on each other’s sex. Following our 69, we fucked in the missionary position for several minutes, with Jack pumping me nice and slow as I pinched his nipples. Then he pulled out of my pussy, rolled me onto my side, and got in close behind me. Suddenly, the head of his cock was pushing hard against my anus. When I told him I liked a good ass-fucking, he chuckled and said I was his kind of girl. Moments later, his dick was comfortably lodged in my behind with his balls nestled against my steaming cunt.

  I mewled with pleasure, relishing the feel of Jack’s cock sawing in and out of my ass. He reached around to rub my clitoris, and I squeezed my ass around him, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible. But before long, the squeezing was occurring of its own accord because I was coming again, both from the action of his fingers on my clit and from his cock driving in and out of my ass. He soon followed suit, pumping me full of come.

  Later, I thought about how lucky I had been that day. Not only had I found the toy car I wanted, but I’d also found a guy I really liked, one with definite potential as a long-term lover. I would go home with my miniature ’64 Mustang, a satisfied pussy, and a well-fucked ass. What more could a girl possibly want?

  —Ms. A.F., New Hyde Park, New York

  A Sexy New Neighbor Is Welcomed With Hugs and Kisses—and Much, Much More

>   My wife and I had always thought it would be exciting to invite someone else to share our bed, but until Daphne moved into town we’d never found the right someone.

  Daphne is one of those people who loves to hug. When we joined the unloading party a mutual friend had arranged to help her get settled, Daphne hugged both me and my wife, Sally, as if we were old friends. As she explained it, we were going to be friends, so why not start that way. I thought it was great, not least because she has large, soft breasts that she pressed into me without the slightest hesitation.

  Sally fills out a T-shirt nicely, too, and when they hugged I noticed their breasts were the first parts that touched. Sally seemed to notice, too, because she moved just enough to fit her right breast into Daphne’s cleavage. Her blonde, straight hair against Daphne’s dark curls was another sensuous image, and I felt a familiar stirring in my pants. Suddenly I wanted very much to see them together with no clothes in the way.

  As we helped Daphne unpack the truck, we talked about this and that, and I soon became as impressed with her open, outgoing personality as I was with her body. The way she smiled at Sally made me think she was having similar thoughts. When the group finished the job, she gave each of us a big kiss and another hug. Alone with Sally in the car on the drive home, I asked my wife what she thought. “I’d like to make love to her while you make love to me,” she replied, licking her lips.

  We decided the best opening was to invite Daphne to dinner, which we did the very next day. The evening began with a threeway hug that I was reluctant to break. So were the girls, and when it became obviously over-long, Daphne giggled and said she liked warm welcomes. She tilted her head up at me, and I responded by bending down to kiss her. Our tongues met and danced. I felt Sally’s hands move to Daphne’s breasts and both women moaned softly. Daphne turned her head to Sally, and they kissed as deeply as we had.

  I was already as aroused as I’d ever been, watching my wife French-kiss another woman, but when Sally’s hand slipped under Daphne’s blouse, my cock stiffened even more. They decided a tour of the house was in order, starting with the bedroom.

  I led because the two women were still fondling each other. I stopped by the bed, which was glowing in the evening’s dwindling sunlight. I was excited enough to come already, and we’d barely gotten started. When Daphne pulled off Sally’s blouse, I moved in to suck one of Sally’s nipples as Daphne went for the other. Daphne didn’t move her lips from my wife’s breast as she undid my pants, tugging my engorged cock free and taking it into her hand.

  She pumped my shaft a few times, then bent down and took it in her mouth. Sally knelt beside her and slid off Daphne’s bra, revealing a pair of low-hung, pendulous breasts with large areolas and tiny nipples, quite unlike Sally’s high, round curves and large nipples. I pressed my face into their abundance, even though it meant interrupting the fabulous blowjob she was giving me.

  Sally couldn’t resist either, and soon we were giving Daphne the same treatment she and I had given Sally a moment before. Sucking side by side at our new lover’s breasts, we peeled her pants down over her hips, caressing the insides of her thighs, our fingers meeting to explore the wet mound of her pussy.

  Daphne arched her back and sighed as we each slid a finger inside her. We helped her lie back on the sunlit bed, and she spread her legs wide as Sally buried her face in her cunt while I pulled off the rest of my clothes and Sally’s before joining them on the bed. Daphne soon had my cock in her mouth again. We tried making it a triangle, but we had to laugh at our clumsiness. Daphne solved the problem by putting herself side by side with Sally, suggesting I take turns with them as they did the same with me.

  I straddled their heads and bent to lick first one pussy and then the other. Daphne tasted sweet and buttery, Sally tangier and familiar. One of them took my cock in her mouth while the other licked my shaft and balls, and then they switched off. After a couple of minutes they started kissing each other around my swollen shaft, their lips meeting on either side and their tongues flicking out to touch each other. As if that weren’t driving me crazy enough, they began chasing each other up and down my cock, playing tongue-tag all over my dick.

  I kept licking their pussies, and Sally began the moan that tells me she’s about to come. Leaning on my elbows, I started using my fingers to help my overworked tongue, rubbing both their clits gently and alternating with my mouth. Sally’s moans became more intense, and she stopped licking and buried her face in my leg. Daphne took me into her mouth again and swallowed me all the way while Sally shuddered and came.

  Daphne bobbed up and down on my shaft, moaning, too, while I kept rubbing and licking their pussies. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer, so I began to concentrate on Daphne’s clit as she licked me, running my tongue around it and sucking gently.

  Daphne’s moans became more frantic until she moved away from my cock and cried out with pleasure. Her cunt pulsed, and I speared my tongue deep inside her as she engulfed my erection to the hilt.

  Two quick thrusts later, I was coming, with Daphne sucking my spurting cock greedily. When I finally quit pulsing, I looked down to see the two women sharing a come-filled kiss. We snuggled together for a few minutes until the oven timer summoned us to eat, which we did, giggling and feasting in the nude.

  We cleared the table, and I asked what we were having for dessert. Sally answered by lying across the table, and Daphne and I bumped heads leaning down for our treat. Sally told us there was plenty for everyone, and she spread her pussy lips wide so we could both lick her at once. Her back arched as we licked, playing tag around her clit.

  I reached up and cupped one of Sally’s breasts, while my other hand cupped one of Daphne’s as it swung freely over the table. She licked even harder as I squeezed, and I realized she wanted Sally’s pussy to herself. I stepped back and saw Sally begin to buck her hips as Daphne brought her to the edge. My eyes fell on Daphne’s upturned ass, and she glanced around, saying, “Go ahead, fuck me deep.”

  Quickly I positioned my cock at her dripping pussy and buried it full length in her while my wife writhed under her lips. Daphne brought us all into a rocking rhythm that set off Sally’s familiar orgasmic cries. I reached for Daphne’s clit and had barely begun to stroke it when she, too, burst into climax. Her pussy’s rhythmic pulsing on my shaft soon had me coming.

  I put my arms around Daphne to steady her, and Sally sat up to watch me pump into our friend. Then she slid off the table and knelt so she could lick the juices from Daphne’s overflowing cunt. I had begun to soften, but feeling my wife’s tongue on my cock still half buried in another woman’s pussy soon had me hard again.

  We laid Daphne on the table, and Sally continued to lick her pussy as I sank my cock into my wife from behind. Sally caressed Daphne’s breasts while she licked her come-flavored pussy, and I fondled Sally’s breasts as I fucked her. Once again the table began creaking as the air filled with the sounds of our pleasure.

  Sally came, her pussy muscles constricting along my shaft. She froze for a moment, and then lapped harder at Daphne’s clit until she, too, cried out in ecstasy. I was teetering on the edge, but I didn’t come until Daphne raised herself up on her elbows and watched me pump Sally’s cunt until I had the hardest orgasm I’d had in years.

  Exhausted, we stumbled off to bed, where we slept and fucked and slept again. Finally we got up and showered and dressed. Sally fixed breakfast for the three of us, and as Daphne gave us a parting hug she said, “I think I’m going to like it here.”

  —Mr. M.P., Circleville, Ohio

  My Next-Door Neighbor Looked On Excitedly as I Pleasured His Beautiful Wife

  Two months ago, after years of living in a cramped apartment in a large, noisy city, I decided to move to the peace and quiet of the suburbs. I found a nice ranch-style house on Long Island and settled in, happy to be free of city life and its attendant aggravations. Everyone was so nice, especially my next-door neighbors, Alex, a gregarious guy with charis
ma to spare, and his stunningly beautiful wife, Kim. They made me feel at home right from the start, and last week their friendliness reached a new and altogether wonderful level.

  It was a few days after I had moved in that Alex came by to introduce himself and welcome me to the neighborhood. I met Kim the very next day, when I was putting some stuff in the garage. Tall, with clear blue eyes, curly blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders, and an enticing figure exquisitely defined by a tight white T-shirt and ass-hugging blue denim cutoffs, she was a sight to behold. We chatted for a while, with Kim telling me some things about my new neighborhood and saying how much I’d love it. She seemed as nice as she was beautiful and, unless it was my imagination, rather flirtatious. I was struck by the thought that she was sizing me up, checking me out as if her husband had told her about me and she had come by to see for herself.

  That thought stayed in my mind and grew more intriguing in the days and weeks that followed, as the three of us began doing things together and grew closer. There were the outdoor barbecues, the ball games, movies at the mall, and concerts in the park, with Kim paying as much attention to me as to Alex, if not more. That she liked me, a lot, was obvious, and if Alex was uncomfortable with his wife’s behavior—the way she flattered me at every chance and hung on my every word—he never said anything to me. On the contrary, I got the distinct impression he was thrilled by how well Kim and I seemed to be getting along.

  And then it all came to a head last Saturday night, after dinner at their place, while we were enjoying drinks in the living room. I should have seen it coming, I realize, but still I was taken aback when, during a moment of silence, Kim, sitting next to me on the couch, looked over at her husband and asked, “Is it time, honey?”