Letters to Penthouse XXXIX

by Letters to Penthouse XXXIX- Hot, Horny

  I was in heaven and very close to coming when I grabbed a chunk of Dan’s hair, my eyes not leaving them as I guided his skilled lips to my cunt. When his tongue-tip found just the right spot I held his head tightly to my clit. It was so incredible being sucked like that, my boyfriend holding my thighs apart and keeping me tethered to my chair as I squirmed under his sweet torment, especially knowing that we weren’t alone. As I splashed his face with pussy juice, our watchers began a dirtier dance of their own, obviously getting heated up by our display.

  When I came again I emphasized every movement, breathing deeply, almost panting as my entire body began to quake in pleasure. Loosening my thighs from his tight grip, I squeezed Dan’s head between them tightly, keeping him pressed to my sweet spot as an earth-shattering climax overtook me, lasting for an ecstatic length of time. And I knew that the thing that kept it going for so long was the knowledge they were watching my every move.

  Peering over to my right, I saw that the watchers were putting on a show of their own. Having stripped naked, they stood in an embrace once more, groping and pawing at each other as they took care not to miss any of our erotic spectacle. With my pussy throbbing with pleasure, I got up and moved my hunky boyfriend into the perfect position so that I could suck his dick and keep an eye glued to our like-minded friends. Getting down on my knees, I took his cock in my mouth, licking up and down his shaft and gliding my tongue over every veiny crease. Cradling his heavy balls in my palm, I savored their velvety feel as he moaned in gratitude. Nothing gets Dan off quite like the feel of my teeth gently nipping at his sac, and he knew it was coming soon.

  Carefully taking one weighty testicle in my mouth, I slathered it with saliva as I peeked out to see my neighbors still watching wide-eyed even as he bent her over the railing and rubbed his dick against her fleshy ass. The sight of them nearly fucking as they watched me blowing Dan drove me wild, even sending another orgasmic twinge through my cunt as I sucked on his balls, alternating between them.

  Gripping Dan’s ass cheeks firmly, I urged him to fill my mouth with his cock, stuffing as much of his shaft down my throat as I could. I relaxed my muscles completely as his large member slid inside, and it felt so good to hold him between my lips. Just then, the familiar twitching that occurs when he is close to his orgasm started. His hips moved back and forth, thrusting in and out of my mouth as I sucked him for all I was worth, spurred on by the knowledge that I was giving the performance of my life. I loved showing off my sexual technique to these strangers, thinking to myself that the guy across the way probably wished his girlfriend could suck his hard cock as good as Dan was getting from me.

  That naughty thought made me work even harder to pleasure my boyfriend, and I brought Dan over the edge by sliding my fingers between his butt cheeks then making small, delicate circles around his asshole as his cock grew to massive proportions in my mouth. He let out an animalistic yell that even our neighbors could have heard as he sent a tidal wave of creamy come shooting down my throat. When he finally pulled out, the last few drops of his release spurted on my face, and I poked out my tongue to try to catch every drop. I wiped away the stray globs from my mouth with my fingers and then brought my hand to my pussy, rubbing in the come like a soothing balm. Just the touch of my fingers to my oversensitized sex made me squeal in ecstasy.

  When I regained my composure, I looked over and saw that the other couple was fucking wholeheartedly.

  The man was pushing into the woman’s pussy from behind as her ample breasts pressed against the railing, jiggling with every thrust. I could even see that her lips were parted in what looked to be a cry of ecstasy. Dan and I sat back on our chairs and held hands as we breathed deeply together, enjoying the sexy show we knew we had inspired.

  When they were done and the man had pulled out of his girlfriend’s pussy, his cock probably dripping with their mingled juices, they offered us a slight wave that we returned with hysterical laughter. Dan and I couldn’t believe how much fun we’d had at home that night. We then went inside and made passionate love for hours, but we were careful to leave the balcony door open and the lights on in case our new friends were interested in seeing an encore. While we fucked, I imagined them watching us, their eyes glazed over with lust, as I came over and over again.

  —Ms. S.T., New York, New York

  Compact Brunette Gives Owner of SUV One Hell of a Ride

  It was one of those hot summer days, when I thought the only sensible thing to do was to get a little sun and wash my new SUV, of which I’m very proud. After gathering everything I needed from the garage, I headed outside. I had just started lathering up my car when my neighbor, a compact brunette with tits to die for, walked out wearing a pair of butt-hugging jean shorts and a bikini top that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Now, the luscious Lorna moved in several months ago, and I’d seen her watching me as I’d gone about my yard chores. I’d certainly been watching her as well.

  Naturally, when Lorna came toward me that day, my mind went wild with visions of what I’d love to do with her. As she approached, I greeted her with my usual cheerful hello. “Hey,” she replied, then asked me if I needed any help.

  “Sure, jump right in,” I said. She immediately grabbed a rag from the bucket and began soaping up my pride and joy. The sight of her gorgeous breasts pressed against the windshield was more than I could take. The bulge in my shorts was straining to break free and could no longer be concealed.

  Lorna looked my way and noticed my stiff cock. A wicked smile came across her face. Looking me straight in the eye, she asked if she could try my hose for a while. I replied, “Sure,” and extended my hand to give her the garden hose. She looked at me with a devilish grin and said, “That wasn’t the hose I was talking about!” I almost came right then! I asked her if she wanted to go in the house for a cool drink. My heart skipped a beat when she replied, “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Lorna followed me into the house, and I headed straight for the kitchen to pour us each a glass of lemonade. As I turned to give her the glass, I was greeted by the most luscious naked breasts I’ve ever seen. I dropped the glass on the floor, spilling lemonade everywhere. Lorna said,

  “I’m sorry I startled you. My top was wet, and I needed to take it off.”

  “No problem.” I could barely choke out the words. She then walked toward me and asked, “So, do you like what you see?” Stammering, I managed to say that I did. A lot. She asked if I wanted to touch them. In a flash, my eager hands were massaging those firm globes. “Oh, that feels good,” she moaned. “Your mouth would feel good on them, too.”

  No sooner had she said that than my greedy mouth kicked into gear. I was licking and sucking her pale pink nipples as my fingers massaged the soft milky skin of her beautiful breasts. She began to moan even louder. I then felt her hand squeeze my stiff cock through my shorts. She asked me if I minded if she took a closer look. Mind? Was she kidding? “Please do,” was all I could manage to say.

  Without saying another word Lorna dropped to her knees, unbuttoned my shorts, and pulled them down. She reached for my stiff member and kissed it. Then she wrapped her velvety lips around my cock and swallowed until it hit the back of her throat. Gripping the counter, I started to move my hips, running my cock in and out of her eager mouth. She sucked it like a pro while her hands found the sensitive area at the base of my heavy balls.

  I was in heaven. I was fucking the face of the hottest piece of ass in the neighborhood, and damn, it felt good! My cock was about to burst, but I had to taste that sweet pussy first. I grasped Lorna’s arms, pulling her to her feet. I kissed her deeply, twirling my tongue inside her mouth. She took me by the hand and led me down the hall, looking for my bedroom. Once there, she sat me on the bed and instructed me to watch as she removed her tight shorts and then her little red panties.

  My heart was pounding. I fell backward on the bed while she straddled my face and lowered her naked pussy onto my waiting mouth. As I ran my tongue up
and down her lips she moaned softly. I then sucked on her aroused clit while flicking my tongue across it. Her moans became louder. The whole time she was grinding that delicious cunt against my face. I sucked harder, and with one last shriek she exploded in a face-wetting orgasm. I eagerly sucked up every drop I could. I couldn’t get enough!

  Then I heard the words I’d dreamed of on many occasions, “Come on—fuck me. I want you to fuck my pussy. Fuck it now!” She did not need to say another word. I rolled her onto her back, put her feet in my hands, and pressed my hard cock against her wet pussy lips. “Do it,” she whispered. “Fuck me now.” Without any hesitation, I slammed my cock deep inside her until my balls slapped against her tight ass. She screamed, “Oh, yes! Fuck it. Fuck me hard!”

  I began to pound her tight pussy with long, hard strokes. The faster I pumped, the wilder she got, meeting each stroke of mine with one of her own. My balls were tightening, and I felt my orgasm building. She could feel it, too, saying, “Fuck me hard. Please come with me.” I was pumping as hard as I could, and she was thrashing wildly underneath me. I gave one final thrust, using all the strength I had, and exploded deep inside her pussy.

  As my hot load hit her already-wet cunt, she shouted, “Oh, my God, I’m coming!” I felt her walls contracting around my still-throbbing cock, squeezing every last drop from my spent rod. As our orgasms subsided, I kissed her tender lips and told her she was fantastic. She told me we would have to do this again because I was so much better in bed than most of the guys she dated.

  After resting, we got dressed, drank our lemonade, and finished washing my car. Before she left, she turned to me and said, “We’ll wash my car next Saturday.” And I said, “You can count on it.”

  I know that this week can’t possibly go by quick enough for me!

  —Mr. P.S., via email

  Seashore Seduction—Exotic Beauty Enchants New Admirer

  I’ll never forget the first time I saw her on my regular run down by the beach. Turning down the road by a large, weathered Victorian house, I caught a glimpse of her through the tall, waving sea grass that masked its backyard on the dunes. In the spotlight of a golden sunrise, her nude body performed an exotic ballet that, to my untrained eye, resembled a super-slow-motion version of a martial arts routine.

  Her legs swept low, graceful kicks through the morning air as her hands executed precision slashes and thrusts at the shadows painted by the rising sun. Each move was choreographed as though to show off the fluid extensions of her exquisitely tanned body. She was a perfect specimen of the female form: trim without being bone lean, with firm breasts that counterbalanced the well-turned legs leading to her smooth, rounded buttocks. I was delighted to see that the blonde mane swaying over her neck perfectly matched the color of the downy triangle at the apex of her thighs. Oh, to bury my face in that magnificent pussy, to explore the secret, sensual pleasure cove between those thighs!

  I was simultaneously aroused by her nakedness and fascinated by her elegantly timed movements. She was at one with the breeze, the sand, and the sun, meant to be admired as part of nature’s bounty. In an instant she turned and saw me. I expected her to scream or try to cover herself and run into the house, but she never missed a beat. Her concentration was unbroken as she continued the deliberate moves of her erotic dance. Nevertheless, I felt it prudent to continue my run, which was made more difficult by the throbbing cock and tingling balls imprisoned in my jockstrap.

  Our paths crossed again that Friday night, a cool evening with offshore thunderstorms. I was down by the boardwalk, hoping to see some of nature’s own fireworks, when I saw her. She was at the far end of the promenade, away from all of the tourist shops, leaning against the railing and looking out at the lightning as it arced and grounded to the sea like silver thread against the dark-blue velvet sky.

  She was wearing a low-cut peasant dress that offered an ample view of her breasts, the light material molding around her nipples as they were teased erect in the cool air. I discerned no panty line to indicate that there was anything but her taut tanned flesh beneath the fabric. She looked like the heroine of some film noir classic—utterly beautiful.

  She grinned at me and remarked that I had a knack for catching her in unguarded moments. I blushed, hoping that she wouldn’t peg me as a voyeur, but she revealed that she already knew who I was, having inquired of a neighbor who the early-morning runner might be. She said that she’d been here since the start of the season and was almost apologetic for being one of the “summer people.” I replied that if more of them were like her, we year-rounders would have no complaints.

  She looked a little chilled as the wind picked up, and she asked me if she could trust me enough to invite me in for an Irish coffee. I laughed. “Probably not, but I’d love to.” We walked to her house arm in arm, her breast pressed warm against me.

  Holding our steaming mugs, we climbed the stairs to the turret room that was her studio. I was delighted to see that she was a serious artist, not some boardwalk hack here to prey on tourists. I was particularly drawn to an introspective self-portrait whose background was a stormy sky like that outside the windows.

  I turned and kissed her as if trying to dispel whatever clouded her soul, and she returned my ardor with equal passion and hunger. Her tongue found mine in sensuous exploration that sent chills down my spine and into my scrotum. My hands roamed her body, verifying her lack of underclothes. I had to know if the rest of her flesh was as silky as her arms. I pulled the dress up above her breasts and off over her head.

  There she stood, as naked as I had first seen her. Her nearness, her warmth, and her female scent were more than I could stand. I kissed her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts. I licked and sucked each beautifully erect nipple, and falling to my knees, I explored her navel with my tongue before moving downward. I wanted to see, touch, taste, and smell her at once. I pressed my face into the sweet musky softness of her pubic hair, wanting to get lost in it, to hide in its sexual mystery.

  Sinking to the floor, lying back and spreading her legs wide, she offered me her desire-moistened womanhood in totally trusting surrender. I covered her sweet, beautiful pussy with long, hungry licks and tender nibbles. As her hands played softly in my hair, she encouraged me with passionate whispers. She lost herself in pleasure, and then tensed. Her hands clutched my face, and I drank every drop of her nectar as she moaned through the first stage of release. My tongue never stopped laving her cunt as she rode the second and third waves of her orgasm.

  Relaxing her thighs, she gently guided my mouth to hers and kissed me tenderly. She reached down in search of my cock, and I think it was the first time she realized I was still fully clothed. I tried to help with my undressing, but she pushed me down and told me to lie still.

  As I lay naked before her, she used her fingertips and nails to feather-stroke my inner thighs, traveling excruciatingly slowly toward my balls. As she touched them, my cock jumped, seeking maximum pleasure. Still teasing me with her fingers, she leaned over to lick my balls and the sensitive underside of my cock. Reaching the point of no return, I launched my first stream of come all over my belly. Quickly she took my pulsating member into her mouth to capture the rest of my seed. As the spasms began to die, she climbed on me to impale her wet pussy on my still-hard cock and nestle her face in my neck.

  After a few moments she rose and led me by my reawakened cock into her bedroom where I slid smoothly into her body, matching her rhythm thrust for thrust. Reaching into the nightstand, she took out a small vibrator and placed it at the juncture of our bodies. I hoped the vibrations felt as wonderful on her clit as they did tingling through the base of my cock and my balls. Eyes locked, we held each other tightly and both plummeted helplessly into a maelstrom of mutual orgasm as electric as the storm outside.

  Our postcoital sleep was deep and mellow, broken only by the first rays of sunlight. I awoke and found myself alone, but the fragrance of her sex was all around me. I searched and found her already o
n the beach, performing her exotic morning ritual as if seducing the sun into rising. When she finished her dance I drew her to me and pulled her down onto her beach towel, worshiping at the temple of her body once more, breathing in her musk, penetrating her warmth, filling her with male essence.

  The next month was like a honeymoon with my enigmatic artist. I caught only glimpses of her brooding and mysterious side, rejoicing as the days of summer waned. When she departed finally, I knew instinctively that we would never meet again, but that I would treasure the beautiful memory of her forever.

  —Mr. T.P., Ocean Grove, New Jersey

  Our Condo’s Amenities: A Beautiful Sauna, a First-Class Gym, and a Horny Neighbor

  My husband, Jack, and I had just moved into a terrific condo, and most of our neighbors were attractive people about our age. They, too, had chosen the place for its topflight gym and sauna. I met Gwen the day after we moved in. After unpacking tons of stuff, I was ready for a session in the sauna and a swim before Jack came home from work. The sauna was steamy, and I felt my tired muscles relaxing as I lay across an upper-level, steam-warmed bench. I was alone, so I let my towel slide off, exposing my jutting breasts and shaved pussy.

  I must have been dozing, because I made no move to cover myself when I heard the door open. Through the mist I glimpsed a pile of copper curls over a lovely heart-shaped face. Long, shapely legs emerged from the bottom of a very short towel. The vision dissolved into the mist as the door closed, but a small tremor told me she was climbing up to sit beside me. I began to cover my breasts.

  A soft, husky voice told me I shouldn’t bother, and strangely, I not only didn’t, but I actually suggested that she, too, shed her towel. To my amazement, that pretty face floated out of the haze toward me. I could see arched brows over twinkling, electric blue eyes and a perfectly luscious set of lips turned up in a friendly grin. I could even make out her tiny pink tongue, which was nestled behind straight, white teeth.