Letters to Penthouse XV

by Penthouse International

  Brad fucked my mouth while Vic resumed his position in my pussy. I groped for their balls and gloried in the driving power that gave me so much sweet enjoyment. When I finally fingered their assholes, they cried out and spilled their seed in me.

  For the rest of Vic's visit, I had the two of them fucking me beautifully every night. I began to like three-way sex so much that after Vic left school, Brad and I started inviting some of his other friends into our bed. And ever since then, I've been an enthusiastic three-way girl!—R.Z., Corpus Christi, Texas

  WHEN THE CONTRACTOR CAME TO INSPECT THE FIRE DAMAGE, THINGS GOT REALLY HOT

  I'm a thirty-year-old unmarried woman, and I live with my best friend Lorna. Both of us are single mothers, so we don't get out too often. But we both exercise and take great care of our bodies, because you never know when Mr. Right is going to come along.

  Last month I had a flash fire in my house that did significant damage to my kitchen. I contacted the insurance company, and they promised to send over a contractor to estimate the damage. The contractor showed up the next day, while Lorna was out at work and my kids were off at school. I had just finished up a brisk workout and then had fallen asleep in my workout clothes. I was awakened by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

  The contractor's name was Paul. He was really nothing special to look at, but there was something about him that really intrigued me. His hair was a little bit thin on top, but his blue eyes cut right to my heart. I felt a warmth come over my love box.

  Paul looked at my kitchen and made some notes, telling me that the company would send me a report. I then offered him a cup of coffee, and we sat on the couch and talked for a while. There was definitely a chemistry between us.

  Paul saw a picture of Lorna and me taken at the beach, and he commented on how attractive we both were. I'm five-foot-seven, with light brown hair and a 36C-27-34 body. Lorna is five-foot-five and has strawberry-blond hair and a 34C-25-34 figure. As I said, we work out every day to keep ourselves toned, so we're both in great shape.

  Looking at the picture, Paul said half-jokingly that it was too bad he hadn't met one of us before he met his wife. I glanced down at his pants and saw that he was getting a hard-on. He saw me looking and shyly looked away. I told him it was okay, and I was flattered he found us so attractive. He then returned my gaze and told me that his new wife wasn't too much in the sack. That was all it took for me to decide to make his day.

  Smiling at him, I leaned over and began to unzip his pants. I saw the look of shock and astonishment on his face, and then I started concentrating on getting his trousers open. I pulled them down along with his underwear. His hard cock was staring right at me, so I flicked the tip of it with my tongue. I began to place my mouth around the shaft while holding his heavy balls in my hand. He caught his breath and moaned softly. I took his cockhead into my wet, hot mouth and started sucking his tool like a horny young slut. He was soon thrusting rhythmically, fucking my mouth, and it wasn't long before he shot what seemed to be a quart of hot come down my throat. I swallowed every drop, and kept his cock between my lips until it went soft.

  He hadn't touched me the whole time, but I decided it was my turn to come, so I began to suck his cock hard again. While I was bobbing up and down I began to take my clothes off. It didn't take long for his hammer to become stiff as a board!

  I knew Lorna would be home from work soon, so I didn't have a lot of time. I stopped sucking him and got up, then bent over the armrest of the couch. He got the idea quickly and moved behind me, entering my horny cunt with one long, deep thrust. He started hammering me like a true carpenter—he really knew how to use that tool of his!

  I guess with all the moaning and excitement, neither of us heard Lorna come in. I have no idea how long she was watching us, but I suddenly heard Paul give a surprised exclamation, and I turned to see her there on her knees, pulling off her clothes while she was licking Paul's ass.

  She saw me and told me to save some for her. In a minute she was naked and rubbing her clit furiously. I knew that she was about to come, so I pulled away from Paul, whose expression was a mixture of confusion and delight. His cock was glistening with my juices. Lorna wasted no time in engulfing that cock with her mouth. The girl is an expert cock-sucker. She released his dick to swallow his balls, swirling them around in her mouth. I knew that she would work Paul's cock till he erupted like volcano.

  I lowered myself to the floor and pulled Paul down with me. Lorna didn't miss a stroke. I still hadn't come yet, so I swiftly assumed a position on Paul's face. My clit was aching, and I was on fire. Paul ate me as though he hadn't had a meal for a week. It took me about forty-five seconds to drench his face with my come. At the same time he let out a groan like a caveman and blasted his second load into Lorna's mouth.

  We lay there on the floor and talked for a while after we had taken some time to catch our breath. Then Lorna started sucking on Paul's wonderful tool again, and I decided to join her. It was the first time we had done anything like that.

  When Paul was hard again, we decided it would be fun for him to do us both. Paul started with me. At first he was slow and gentle. He gave me a few strokes, then moved to Lorna and gave her a few. That wasn't working too well, though. I needed more, and when he came back to me again I wrapped my legs around him and told him to take me hard and fast.

  He began hammering away at me again, and I began to moan loudly, holding on to his waist for dear life. I felt the shuddering climax starting in my toes and then radiating throughout my body. I came like never before, spasming in short, quick bursts that shot from my feet to my knees.

  Paul was still going strong. Meanwhile Lorna was lying there, fingering herself and calling his name. When he moved over to her, she turned around and got on her knees, then rubbed some of her pussy juices into the crack of her round little ass. Paul took the cue and slid right into her asshole with no problem. She let out a gasp of pleasure. He pumped her strongly seven or eight times before giving a hoarse grunt and spewing his come into her hot sexy little ass.

  As the three of us were cleaning ourselves up and getting dressed, Paul told us that he'd try to get a good deal for us from the insurance company. He also said that if we ever needed any work done, he would be happy to come over and take care of it for us personally. Now Lorna and I are thinking about starting another fire, or maybe even breaking a pipe.—P.R. Muncie, Indiana

  Pursuit & Capture

  WHEN A LOVE-HUNGRY WOMAN OFFERS HIM SEX IN HER CAR HIS RESPONSE IS AUTO-MATIC

  Joyce grasped my hand and moved it under her skirt. We were in the front seat of her car, parked in the multi-level garage of our local shopping mall. It was late, and though a few cars passed by us, it was a relatively deserted spot.

  I was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy lips were smooth, hairless, and wet. My fingers separated the soft folds and felt the slick heat of her cunt.

  Joyce lifted her skirt, showing me, as if I hadn't already discovered, that she was naked below the waist. She stretched her slender legs, kicking off her shoes. She had let go of my wrist, but I was still stroking her pussy, slipping my finger along her smooth slit, rubbing the nub of her clit. My other hand was moving dangerously close to her waist, longing to get inside the silky T-shirt that caressed her tits.

  With my fingers busily stroking her cunt, Joyce made no objection when I slid my hand inside her top, and soon I was tugging her T-shirt up to her shoulders, pressing my face into her cleavage. I began to lick and suck her nipples while I continued to finger her pussy.

  Joyce's purring sighs and moans and passionate cries made it sound as if she was surrendering her virginal body to my seductive wiles, though the truth was that she was the one who had done the seducing. She was a voluptuous brunette in her mid-twenties, a couple of years older than I was, and it was common knowledge around town that her marriage was not very happy, and that she occasionally enjoyed a little fling with a slightly younger man. Thi
s time it was me. She had picked me up and driven us to this place. It was obvious what she wanted, and since I was single and she was one good-looking woman, I wasn't about to refuse her. You wouldn't either.

  By now her moans and cries were getting frantic, and her pelvis was gyrating wildly. I placed one hand under her ass and the other firmly above her pubic mound, keeping her lower body still and placing her pussy in a perfect position for my mouth.

  Joyce reached down to spread her cunt lips with her fingers, exposing the inside of her pussy and her throbbing clitoris for me to feast on, begging me to shove my fingers, my tongue—anything—into her eager hole. I brought my mouth to her crotch and she shoved up against my face, pushing herself harder and harder against my mouth. I slipped a finger between her ass cheeks and probed at her anus, nudging my way into that tiny hole while my lips sucked at her clit, flicking it with my tongue as it stretched under the suction. Joyce began to buck up and down as much as she could in that position, shoving her crotch into my face, then screwing herself down over my finger until it was buried inside her clutching asshole.

  Joyce's cries were loud and hoarse now, echoing inside the closed car, and in a moment I felt her body begin to spasm. I nearly drowned in the flood of juices that streamed from her as she exploded in a gigantic orgasm. Then she slumped back against the seat, gasping for breath.

  When she had recovered herself she looked over at me and smiled. “Now it's your turn,” she said …—G.K., Cornish, New Hampshire

  NOTHING LIVENS UP THE DAILY COMMUTE LIKE A LITTLE SEX WITH A STRANGER ON THE BUS

  About a month ago I had an experience I think your readers will be interested in. I work for a discount brokerage firm in the Chicago business district, but I live in a suburb about an hour's drive away from the city. I travel back and forth by bus, and the commute is sometimes tedious.

  One Thursday my coworkers and I decided to go out for a few drinks after work. We went to a nearby bar, and the time flew past as we laughed, ate and drank. I was surprised when I noticed it was almost seven o'clock. I had to leave if I was to catch the last bus of the night.

  I made it to the bus stop just in time, and boarded the vehicle. If any of you have ever taken a bus, you know that picking the right person to sit next to is a very important strategy. As I am a big man—five nine, one hundred ninety pounds, with a forty-eight-inch chest and a thirty-three inch waist—it's often difficult to find someone I would be comfortable sitting next to.

  As I got on and paid my fare I noticed a petite woman sitting alone in the next to last row of seats. She was absolutely stunning to look at. She had long straight brown hair and hazel eyes, with a touch of blue. Her skin was the most beautiful olive shade I have ever seen. The white form-fitting blouse she was wearing perfectly complemented her black skirt. This woman looked like a goddess from Greek mythology. If I had to sit next to anyone for over an hour, it was going to be her. I made my way toward the rear of the bus and sat down next to her. When she looked over at me I smiled, and she returned my smile with one of her own.

  Five minutes into our trip I noticed she that she was getting a bit restless. Maybe she had a slight cramp in her leg, because she began to rub the inside of her thigh, just above the knee. I tried not to stare, but it was a losing battle. Her long red fingernails pressed lightly into her skin as her hand moved higher on her leg. I found myself getting slightly aroused by what I was seeing, and I was having a hard time concealing my excitement.

  As we left the outskirts of the city her hand had moved to within about an inch of her crotch, and it was obvious that she was completely turned on. I could see the shapes of her nipples against her blouse, so erect they looked like they were trying to rip through the material. She turned her head to look at me and found me staring at her, with a raging hard-on making a tent in my pants.

  She didn't seem to be offended; in fact my obvious arousal seemed to turn her on even more. With her other hand she started to rub her flat stomach, the movement pulling up her skirt until it revealed her neatly trimmed bush. I was shocked to see that she wasn't wearing any panties. She spread her legs wider as her fingers found her love button, and she let out a small sigh. The hand on her stomach had worked its way under her shirt and was fondling her firm tits. Her breathing was getting heavier as she approached her climax.

  I don't know what I was thinking, but I reached over and started to rub the inside of her thigh. Her eyes popped open and a smile appeared on her face. She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her wet love box. Her other hand then went for my engorged cock. She grabbed the zipper of my pants and pulled it down slowly, then reached in and set my manhood free. She began to stroke me up and down with long smooth strokes.

  My fingers worked furiously at her clitoris. I parted the tender lips of her pussy with the tip of my middle finger and slid it gently inside her. Her velvety folds were the softest I ever felt. My finger inched deeper into her as she bent over and wrapped her red lips around the tip of my cock. She worked her tongue around the head, licking at the sensitive area just at the top of my shaft. I stifled a groan as she started to slide her mouth down the length of my tool. I was amazed at how she could take all of me without a bit of trouble. She was giving me the first deep-throat of my life, and I was loving it.

  I slid a second finger inside her and she moaned softly. I started to work my fingers up and down, sliding them in and out of her. The faster my hand went, the faster her head went. She was quickly bringing me to the point of no return.

  Before it was too late I gently pulled her head up, her mouth sliding off my cock. I had to be inside her, and she evidently had the same desire. She quickly straddled my lap, guiding my prick into her hole. The heat from her pussy was incredible; it felt like I was putting my dick into an oven. She was so tight I didn't think she would be able to handle it. But she slid down a little bit at a time, until my entire shaft was inside her. She had the tightest pussy I had ever been in. She felt like a virgin, but I knew she wasn't. With my cock completely inside her she began to rock on me, back and forth and side to side.

  I bent forward and buried her face in my neck to stifle the moans that came from her. Her passion was starting to get the better of her, but I grabbed her hips to stop her moving as I thrust up into her as hard as I could. I wanted to give her the fucking of her life, and I began thrusting like a piston, faster and harder. Her sweet juices were running over my scrotum. I released her hips, putting one hand over her blouse-covered breast while the other went to her clit. I rubbed her love button as fast as I could while my cock fucked deep into her. Her pussy tightened around me like a vice, and she rode me wildly up and down until she came.

  She quickly got off my cock and took me in her mouth again. The idea of her sucking her own juices off my dick was more than I could handle. My cock throbbed and shot a load of come into her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, down to the last drop. Just as she did so the bus slowed down, and I saw that it was pulling into the terminal at its first suburban stop. It must have been her stop, for she got up without a word, walked calmly to the front of the bus and got off.

  That was the last time I ever saw her, but it was one memorable ride home!—D.Z., Chicago, Illinois

  HOW'RE YOU GONNA KEEP HIM DOWN ON THE FARM ONCE HE'S HAD LESSONS IN SEX

  When I was eighteen my parents went off on a trip to Europe and arranged for me to spend the summer on a farm owned by some friends of theirs. I thought that would be a lot of fun, but I didn't know the half of it.

  The farm was beautiful, and it was owned by a wealthy family, so of course the hired hands did all the work. The family had a daughter about my age named Kelley, and a friend of hers, a slightly older girl named Moira, was also staying with them.

  Although I was eighteen, I had had a very sheltered upbringing in a strict religious household, and I knew next to nothing about girls or sex. I had never seen a naked woman, had never had a girlfriend, and in short was completely ignorant. Luckily, that was
soon to change.

  The first day I was there, Kelley showed me around the farm. Her parents had gone into town for the day, and Moira had gone off with some other friends, leaving Kelley and me on our own.

  Kelley was a very cute-looking girl with long dark hair, bright brown eyes and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. Her figure was very nicely developed, and she had an outgoing personality. She started by showing me the cattle barn and the horse barn. Then we climbed up into the hayloft. Up there we were far away from everybody. Kelley lay down on the straw. Lying next to her, I thought this was a pleasant way to get acquainted with a girl.

  All of a sudden Kelley asked, “Have you ever had sex with a girl?”

  I couldn't believe she was asking me that. I just shook my head.

  “Did you ever play doctor?” she asked then. And before I could even answer she had reached over and pulled my hand to her crotch. “Let's you and I play doctor right now!” she said, with a great deal of excitement in her eyes. Without any more ceremony she lifted her skirt and slipped off her panties. There, right in front of me, was a real live adult vagina, hair and all. I looked over her secret parts with thrills racing through my body.

  “Now it's your turn,” Kelley said. “I want to see your penis.” She helped me out of my pants and undershorts, and out popped my raging hard-on, sticking straight up.

  “Oh my!” she exclaimed as she took hold of it. “Will that fit in my little hole?”

  My heart was beating like a drum. We played with each other's genitals for quite a while. Then Kelley suggested, “We better get out of here before someone comes looking for us.” She leaned down close to my face, apparently wanting me to kiss her. So I did. Feeling very bold, I felt awkwardly for her breast and cupped it in my hand. Having never touched a girl's breast before, I found this extremely titillating.