Letters to Penthouse XV

by Penthouse International

  I was hot again, and I didn't want to let go of Holly's body. Cam was kneeling there panting. His soft cock gleaming slick and wet with her saliva.

  “That was nice,” Holly said. “Cam really doesn't have a bad cock, you know. You want to suck him hard again?”

  “No,” I said. “I want you again. I want us to do it to each other. At the same time.”

  “Okay,” Holly said. “That ought to get him back in shape. Right, Cam?”

  Cam nodded eagerly.

  “Doesn't he talk?” I said.

  “Sure he does,” Holly said. “Say something, Cam.”

  Cam looked right at me. “I want to fuck your tits,” he said.

  Holly laughed. I just stared at him. Then, on an impulse, I moved away from Holly and crawled over to him. Rising to my knees, I sat back on my heels and pushed my chest forward, so my hard-nippled breasts were pushed out, almost in his face.

  “These?” I said to him. “You want to fuck these?” And I shook them back and forth.

  He nodded vigorously.

  “Too bad,” I said, and crawled back to Holly. I crawled right over her head and didn't stop until my face was above her crotch again, only this time I was facing away from her, and when I lowered my body, my pussy settled down right onto her mouth just as I tasted her hot, juicy cunt.

  Although I had only eaten her (or any woman) twice before, including just a few minutes ago, that brief experience seemed to have taught me a lot about just what to do and how to give her the most pleasure; and the same went for her. Within moments we were both moaning and gasping, and then we were squirming around, our bodies twisting against each other as we feasted hungrily on each other's pussy. Holly's hands clutched my ass, pulling me harder against her mouth, and mine traveled up and down over her smooth thighs, glorying in the touch of her sensuous flesh.

  Then I felt other hands on my body, and I knew Cam was touching me. Since I was lying on top of Holly, and she had her hands on my ass, all he could reach was my back and legs, but he reached every inch of them. I had to admit it added to the sensations I was feeling. I started groaning loudly against Holly's squirming pussy, and I felt her body stiffen and arch beneath me. We came only seconds apart, and then I collapsed and rolled over onto my back.

  Cam was crouching over me and his cock was harder than before. His eyes were on my heaving tits. “Please,” he grunted. “Please, I've got to …”

  “Let him do it, for Chrissake,” Holly said. “I'll eat you some more while he does it, okay?”

  “Deal,” I said, and the next minute Cam had straddled me on his knees and laid his stiff prick down in the valley between my tits. With his two hands he pushed them together, forming a tunnel around his tool. Then he began to slide it back and forth, moaning.

  I felt Holly's mouth on my cunt again and I arched my hips to press against it. The sensation of her soft velvety tongue contrasted with the feel of Cam's steel-hard pole as it slid back and forth, back and forth between my breasts. I heard myself panting loudly and hoarsely. Holly's mouth was more knowing than ever, and I came two more times before she stopped. Just before the second climax I felt Cam's cock start to jerk and twitch, and as I came I raised my head so that I could catch some of his spurting jism in my open, gasping mouth.

  Cam fell away and Holly moved up and kissed me, her tongue probing my mouth to lick away whatever remnants of Cam's spunk I hadn't swallowed. “Isn't it great?” she whispered. “We have all summer to do this.”

  “But Cam's leaving,” I said. “Or do you have somebody else in mind who'd like to watch us?”

  “Hell, just about every guy in town, I should think,” Holly said, and we both laughed.—R.D., Trenton, New Jersey

  SHE ASKED HER FRIEND FOR ADVICE BUT MORE THAN VICE WAS ADDED

  “I will never understand men,” Delia said in her most exasperated tone, a tone I'd gotten to know so well in the last year since she and her husband Gil moved in next door.

  “Join the club,” I said as I folded my own husband Larry's underwear.

  “I mean, the man always… always wants his cock sucked. And good little wifey-pooh that I am, I get down and take it all. But does he ever … ever return the favor? Does he ever get down there and tongue my cunny? No sir, no how, no way.”

  “I've been there … well, I haven't been there … I mean, you know what I mean.” We both laughed.

  “Well, maybe you should,” Delia practically shouted hysterically. “Teach Gil a thing or two.”

  “Yeah,” I shouted back. “Teach Larry something too.”

  “Oh please,” Delia blurted, suddenly serious. “Are you telling me that Larry doesn't nibble the muffin?”

  “Well, yeah, he does,” I answered slowly. “But, how can I put this? It doesn't exactly, y'know, always make me see flashing red lights and hear sirens. It's like a chore for Larry, something he does because I like it but he really doesn't. He says he does but …”

  “Fucking men,” Delia sneered.

  “Fucking's all they want to do,” I snarled back, smacking the counter.

  Both of us shook our heads. Delia took a deep breath and I couldn't help but notice her heaving chest. This girl was a 36-24-36 raven-haired living doll. How could any man not want to worship every part of her? I sure would have. Of course, I hadn't been with another girl since my experimentation phase back in college. However, for just a moment in my suburban kitchen, I felt my heart begin to race as I watched my friend's breasts rise and fall with a sexy life of their own within her bra. My eyes trailed down her flat stomach to her sloped little belly tucked tightly into her shorts as she sat on a stool next to my kitchen counter. I realized that I was allowing myself to fantasize about Delia. What would eating her out be like?

  Then I also realized she was looking at me, and the expression in her eyes was unmistakable. “Fucking men,” she said again, trying to catch her breath.

  “Fuck 'em all,” I blurted and our mouths pressed together, soul-kissing one another wetly, passionately, abandoning all pretense and propriety. The front two legs of Delia's stool left the floor and I had her leaning over the counter in the lustiest kiss I can recall.

  She then pressed forward. I retreated and she stood. Delia fondled my breasts through my shirt and bra in a “let me carry these around for a while” gesture that men don't understand. It's an especially welcome task because my boobs weigh in at 38D. At the same time I held Delia's butt cheeks in my hands; they were so firm and round and thrilling to my touch that I felt my juices begin flowing deep inside my long-neglected vagina. Then I inserted my hands under her waistband, palmed her butt-crack with one hand and her vulva with the other only to discover that she was growing instantly juicy also.

  Our tongues still wrestled wetly and forcefully as we stripped off each other's shorts, then finally we stepped back to pull our shirts over our heads. Still panting, our nostrils flaring and cheeks flushed red, we paused for a moment to gaze into each other's eyes. Neither of us were about to stop now. Our tongues met once more as we reached around each other's backs to unhook our bras.

  My swollen boobs crushed against Delia's and I could feel her nipples grow against my soft flesh. She pressed my nubbins together and disengaged from my lips to take both my erect nipples deep into her mouth, nuzzling, sucking and licking. I groaned with pleasure.

  I could smell our pussy juices flowing and knew I had to taste my friend's nectar. Pressing her back toward the stool, I practically pushed her over the counter. She didn't resist. With her back arched, her dark hair flowing over the tiles, and the stool once again leaning back, I placed her knees over my shoulders and dove into her pink nest.

  For a second, the tip of my tongue paused at her perineum as I inhaled deeply to savor the aroma of her honey-hole. Slick juices already flowed down her labia and onto my tongue. “Ohhh,” Delia moaned as she pressed her butt cheeks together and reached for my mouth with her velvet folds.

  I licked her from the bottom of her pussy to t
he little hood protecting her clit, feeling her writhe and pump her hips into me. Then I turned my head slightly sideways and flicked my way down the length of her labia. “Oh, oh, oh,” she cried out with every flick.

  My tongue then lapped its way back up to her clit as Delia separated her pussy lips, giving me a clear path to her ruby pearl. I placed my tongue under it, wrapped my lips around the hard little bead and sucked voraciously while working my tongue up and down.

  Delia bucked and came wildly, her honey flowed into my mouth in streams and streams of warm, sweet liquid.

  I stood and French-kissed her again, sharing the taste of her release. Finally, she gazed into my eyes and said, “Fucking men.”

  “Fuck 'em all,” I said.

  “Now it's your turn,” Delia smiled as she stood and placed my anxious butt on the stool.—R.L., Willmette, Illinois

  THESE TWO GIRLFRIENDS WANT TO KNOW WHAT SEX IS LIKE—WITH EACH OTHER, THAT IS

  When my girlfriend Kelley and I were both nineteen, we became curious about girl-sex. We would kiss each other but didn't think that that was anything to shout about. Like her older sister, Kelley had decided to remain a virgin until her wedding night.

  Nevertheless, Kelley's older sister was sexually adventurous. She told Kelley that an orgasm feels like the tingles that go through your body after a sneeze, only more intense. I asked Kelley how her sister could possibly know. Of course, guileless Kelley asked her sister.

  Kelley told me that one night, as they were getting ready for bed, Beth came into Kelley's room in her nightgown. She sat on Kelley's bed and said, “Here are some things you should know about masturbating.” She lifted her nightgown and spread her legs. “Here is how you can have an orgasm all by yourself.” She then ran her fingers gently over her genital area, over and over again.

  Beth pointed. “See this little thing? It's the clitoris, and see, it's getting bigger and stiffer and my crack is getting wetter. Now my hymen has been ruptured so I can stick my finger in. Like this. But you can't because yours hasn't been broken. You can rub yourself like this and some time, maybe not at first, but eventually, you will have your first orgasm.” With that Beth left the room, her hand still between her legs. Kelley thought that maybe her fingers were still in her cunt.

  That night Kelley played with herself. While she didn't achieve orgasm, she enjoyed herself very much and could feel her clitoris extend and get hard.

  The next day Kelley told me all that Beth had shown her.We went to my room and took off our panties. We put them in my drawer so if anyone should come along, all we had to do was drop our skirts. Kelley climbed on the bed, pulled her skirt up, and I had my first close look at another girl's genitals.

  Kelley said, “Come closer and watch,” which was exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to get close and see her vagina. Kelley gently rubbed herself. After a few minutes she cooed, “There, it's starting.” She held her clitoris between her fingers.

  “Now feel that,” she said. My God, she was even going to let me feel her cunt! While I felt that hard little lump, I also ran my fingers along her crack. It was slippery. I noticed that I was slippery, too, by the way my legs made my cunt move.

  Kelley said, “I like it when you touch me. Can I touch you and make you hard?”

  I sat next to her on the bed. She put a hand on me and gently rubbed my cunt. Oh it felt good! She laid a finger right in my crack and started running it back and forth. It felt so good I wanted her to never stop.

  I lay back on the bed and Kelley turned around and lay next to me. Kelley lifted my leg and moved in closer so she could have a good look at me and get her fingers on me better. I did the same to her.

  Our vaginas were getting quite wet. I wanted to keep going, but we decided we'd better quit before we got caught.

  That night I played with myself until I fell asleep. It was several weeks before I finally had my first orgasm. From then on it was quite easy to do. At times I could have several orgasms in one session.

  The next time I saw Kelley, I whispered to her that I had had orgasms. She giggled and said, “Me too!”

  I asked her how her sister had happened to rupture her hymen. Kelley said she'd ask.

  A couple of days later, Kelley told me her sister said she was in the bath having a great session getting herself off and got too rambunctious and ran her fingers in. She said it didn't hurt like she thought it would.

  I said, “I'm going to do it too. I'd love to run my fingers up there and see what it feels like.”

  Kelley said, “If you do it, I'll do it too.”

  A week and a half later, I told her I had done it. She told me she had also broken hers three days earlier. I asked her to come over that weekend.

  “Yeah! We can then stick our fingers in each other. That will be fun.” Kelley glowed.

  Kelley came over Saturday afternoon and we went up to my room to fool around. That general expression turned out to be quite specific that afternoon. We slipped our panties off and put them out of sight.

  Kelley said, “Kiss me and pretend I'm a man. I'll pretend you are too.”

  The kiss wasn't too exciting until we had our hands up under each other's skirt, feeling each other's rear end and running our fingers in each other's crack. My breasts were very stimulated and my nipples got stiff.

  We stood like that for a long time, getting more aroused with each minute. We were trying to get our fingers in each other's cunt but couldn't from that angle.

  “God!” Kelley said. “What would it be like with a real man? I wonder if it could be this amazing.”

  I said, “I like the feel of my finger in there. Think how good it would feel with a nice, hard penis in there.”

  With that, Kelley let out a sigh, lay back on my bed, and spread her legs. I knelt on the floor in front of her vagina and gently played with it for a few minutes.

  Finally I couldn't wait any longer. I had to stick my fingers in there and see what my friend felt like. I didn't know anything about the G-spot, but I guess I hit it because Kelley lifted her butt off the bed and started to gyrate her hips and massage her clitoris at the same time.

  She began having a strong orgasm and I had to tell her to be quiet. While I was fingering her, I had my finger buried in my own vagina and was getting great pleasure from both cunts.

  Kelley rested for a minute. Then she sat up, saying, “Now I'll do you.” I lay down and she played with my very turned-on womanhood. I slid my hand under my sweater and played with my nipples.

  I was building fast to a climax. As I pumped my hips in a very sensual rhythm and tried hard to keep quiet, my orgasm burst over me. What a fantastic sensation! I was just lying there, limp and tingling all over.

  Kelley moaned, “I love your cunt!” She leaned forward and kissed it. I had heard of people doing that, but I had never thought of doing it myself or that someone would ever do it to me.

  I said, “God, having you kiss me feels good.” She leaned over to kiss it again. Soon she was putting her tongue in as far as she could. All I could do was moan and gyrate my hips. I asked, “Does it taste bad?”

  Kelley hovered over me and I got ready to kiss her. Just before our lips touched, she said, “Taste this!” Then she put her lips on mine. My cunt juices were on her lips. I remembered then that at times after masturbating, I'd bring my hand to my face to smell and occasionally taste my fingers. It hadn't been offensive to me. Today, it was a great turn-on.

  “I'll do it to you now,” I said. She climbed up and lay next to me. I turned around and put my face between her legs and looked at her cunt. Then I kissed it. What I smelled was the perfume of the soap she bathed with. The taste had a kind of metallic tang to it. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could. It gave her great pleasure.

  After a few minutes, Kelley gasped through her passion: “We should hit the books now so no one will suspect. We'll be sleeping together so we can do this all night.”

  When we went to bed that night, we seduced each other, ea
ch pretending the other was a man. We kissed a lot, played with each other's breasts and nipples and finger-fucked each other. Our night gowns had long since come off. It was not a cold night so I threw back the covers.

  I went for Kelley's crotch. She turned toward me with one leg up as I put my mouth on her crack. She pulled my hips to her, turning me on my side, and planted that wonderful warm mouth on my cunt. There were low guttural moans coming from both of us.

  While I was enjoying the treatment my cunt was getting, I looked at my best friend's lower extremities. Our hips were pumping in a sensuous rhythm. I looked at her anus. I had never in my life looked at anyone else's anus that closely.

  I thought maybe having my asshole licked would feel good—so maybe Kelley would like it if I played with hers. With her clitoris in my mouth, I first ran a finger deep into her cunt. I brought it out and smeared her juices over her anus and stuck it back into her cunt. After I had her anus all slick with her juices, I slipped my finger in a little ways.

  Kelley must have liked what I did because she did the same to me. We each got our fingers all the way in and continued to make love to each other through four orgasms. Then we dropped off to sleep. In the morning, we awoke holding each other.

  I said, “I'd love to have sex with a man. Wouldn't you?” Kelley nodded.

  A week or so later, Kelley stopped by my house. My mom was out. Kelley and I looked for something to snack on in the refrigerator. We were going to have polish sausage for dinner that night. Kelley and I thought it looked a lot like a penis.

  It was lying on a plate ready to be heated up for dinner. Because it was only four, we had plenty of time. We took it upstairs, put it in the sink with some warm water so it would be closer to body temperature.

  I slowly slid the sausage into Kelley. I could tell by the look on her face that it felt good to her. Then I lay down opposite her and slid the other end in me. I pushed closer and closer to her until our cunts were touching and the sausage was totally in each of us. We rocked back and forth, fucking each other until we both came a couple of times.