Letters to Penthouse IV

by Letters to Penthouse IV- They Stop at Nothing (epub)

  Finally, sanity returned and I realized I had drooled all over myself in my moments of ecstasy. My fingers still lay at my pussy, and I knew I had to come again in order to be truly satisfied.

  Terri, recovered from her own climax, recognized my need. She picked up the vibrator and switched it on again. Then she placed it in my hand and guided it to my waiting cunt. The moment it touched my throbbing clit, another orgasm began to rise. I hurriedly slid the vibrator all the way into my pussy and my mind was instantly dissolved by wave after wave of rapture. I lost track of time as I came and came. Finally, sated, I pulled the vibrator out and turned it off.

  Terri was coming on her fingers one more time as I just lay there next to her, watching. She was incredibly beautiful as she writhed on the bed in orgasmic bliss. After her climax was over, I embraced my daughter. As I stroked her hair, I told her how grateful I was for what she’d done and for the precious gift she’d given me. I told her that I loved her and kissed her good night.

  After retiring to my own bed, I felt the urge again—and then again and again—and I masturbated the whole night away. After getting the kids off to school the next morning, I slept all day and woke happier and more relaxed than I’d ever been since losing Jim.

  Now Penthouse and Penthouse Letters are regular reading in my bedroom. I have a collection of vibrators and other toys that I use on myself every night. Terri has graduated from high school and lives in a dorm across town, where she attends college. She still finds time to visit her old mom once in a while, and we masturbate together whenever she’s at the house.

  My guilt and inhibition have been swept away by a tidal wave of self-stimulation. I am happier than ever now that I diddle myself, and I never intend to stop. My advice to people who don’t masturbate but who get tense and horny is: Drop your pants and do it! If you’re horny and frustrated, there’s no one to blame but yourself. The solution is right in your own hands.—K.H., San Jose, Calif.

  Girls & Girls/Boys & Boys

  AVON LADY’S CREAM SOOTHES, SMOOTHS AND SEDUCES

  One recent Saturday, my husband, Bud, and I were lounging by our pool in the buff (the children were visiting my mother for the weekend). Bud was sitting in the Jacuzzi, sipping margaritas (his specialty), while reading Penthouse Letters out loud to me as I lay on the chaise. The combination of the sun baking on my naked breasts, the margaritas and Bud’s gentle voice reading about other people’s erotic adventures made me feel extremely sexy. I was so engrossed that I totally forgot to roll over. Since this was the first real sunning I’ve had this year, my breasts were still sensitive and I’m afraid I scorched my nipples pretty badly. I told Bud and he suggested gentle massage as a remedy. He climbed out of the Jacuzzi sporting a giant hard-on that made me moan even before he touched me.

  Happily, our backyard affords us all the privacy we need. He began by sucking on my toes, making me squirm and pant. “Give me your cock,” I begged. “I want it in my mouth.” Bud’s cock has always turned me on. It’s not very long, but it’s very thick, with the head about the size of a small fist. He obliged me by swinging his leg over my face, which brought his cock into full view. I began nibbling, licking the fat tip and under the head with rapid tongue movements. He groaned and lowered his face onto my pussy, which felt like someone had doused it with hot water. As he got closer, his stomach brushed against my nipples, causing me extreme pain. Just as I pushed him off me, the doorbell rang.

  I didn’t want to answer the door, figuring it was probably one of the children’s friends. But when the bell sounded for the third time, I slipped on my short terry robe, wincing as the fabric rubbed against my sore nipples, and went to answer it. I saw Bud climb back into the Jacuzzi, disappointed and deflated. When I opened the door and looked down (expecting a child), I saw a pair of long, lovely legs. I raised my eyes and saw that our visitor was a gorgeous, red-haired Amazon. She was so well-built in her white tennis outfit, and she was so beautiful, that I gasped audibly when I looked into her green cat-eyes.

  “Hi,” she said. “I’m Mary. I just moved into the neighborhood.” She paused, then explained, “I’m your new Avon Lady.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her face and, since I was still feeling unfulfilled, her body turned me on like crazy. I’d never had sex with a woman, but I love to look at all those tantalizing Penthouse Pets.

  I invited her in so I could look through her brochure, asking her to join us in our backyard for margaritas. She accepted, following me out there. She sat down under the umbrella and I poured her a large drink while introducing her to Bud, who was as taken with her as I was. As we chatted, Bud stayed in the Jacuzzi, joking about the fact that he was naked. She countered that she had seen many nude men, having grown up with four brothers and been married for five years before her divorce. It sounded as though she were daring him to step out.

  As I flipped through the brochure, I kept pulling the robe away from my body. Mary asked what was wrong and I told her about my sunburn. Without hesitation, she reached over and pulled the robe away from my chest to check out my nipples. She said she had a cream that she was sure would give me instant relief, then got up and went out to her car to get it. Bud just looked at me and grinned, like a smug Cheshire cat. When she came back, instead of giving me the tube, she offered to rub it in herself. She assured me several times that it would be quite clinical. I couldn’t even look at Bud.

  I lay back on the chaise and lowered my robe. She commented on how nice my breasts were (even though I’m thirty-eight, I maintain a smooth 36-25-36 figure). When she rubbed the cream on, I told her how much it hurt. She soothed me, all the while taking large gulps from her drink. Bud asked if she would like another drink, which she accepted. He climbed out and I could see he was at half mast. Mary said nothing but continued rubbing. My nipples began to tingle with odd sensations—at first hot, then cold, which in turn caused my pussy to pulsate like a rapid heartbeat.

  Mary took another long drink and asked if I’d like to be rubbed all over. My God, I thought, I must be dreaming. These things don’t happen in real life! I nodded shyly, unable to speak. She began working on my shoulders and I closed my eyes. Suddenly I felt hands on my feet (which are sensitive, too) and looked up to see Bud kneeling in front of me, a sexy grin on his face as he worked on my lower half, using some of Mary’s “magic” cream. I began to squirm as Mary circled my breasts again with her long fingers, avoiding my nipples, while Bud’s hands moved up and down my legs, gently kneading them.

  After a while, Bud asked Mary if she’d like to smoke a joint with us. She said she never had before but was game to try everything at least once. This she said with a knowing glance toward me. I blushed, still unable to speak. Bud went quickly to our bedroom, where we store our joints in plastic sandwich wrap to keep them fresh. He came out and explained to her how to inhale. Then, like a proper host, he offered her the first hit. She choked for a while but gradually got the hang of it. We went through two joints because much of the first had been wasted. The combination of the marijuana and the margaritas began to give me a terrific high.

  Then a strange thing happened. My nipples felt as though they were on fire—not in a painful way, mind you, but the best feeling I’ve ever had there. Mary watched me as I grabbed for them and she held my hands away and blew gently, first on my left nipple, then on my right. I couldn’t stand it. I began moaning loudly. Then she bent down over me and placed her lips over my left nipple, while Bud took my right one into his mouth. I finally found my breath to speak and exclaimed, “I think I died and went to heaven!” They both laughed, then continued giving my breasts “first aid.” Bud’s mustached lips felt hard and demanding, while Mary’s felt soft and delicate. It was like being tickled by sandpaper and a feather. What a sensation! After what seemed like ages, we all decided we were thirsty and made our way indoors.

  Bud poured us each a glass of ice water, put some in a pitcher, and Mary and I followed him to our bedroom. We have a king-size water bed and one wall comp
letely mirrored. My head was spinning and I quickly made my way to the center of the bed. Bud, flashing his thick erect cock, followed to my left. Mary stood in front of us and began a striptease that would have made any exotic dancer jealous, and I got to see the front as well as the back of her because of the mirror’s reflection. When she stood naked before us, the pulse in my pussy began pounding so strongly that I had to grab myself just to ease the ache. Mary’s breasts were large, yet they didn’t sag. Her nipples were so pale that you had to look closely to see that they were there. I guess that’s from her redhead’s complexion. When I looked at her bush, a moan escaped me as I discovered she was completely shaved.

  “Please,” I begged her as I spread my legs. She crawled slowly onto the bed and eased her face teasingly toward my aching crotch. When her lips finally touched me there, I was so worked up that I began to come. She gently encircled my clit with her lips, took a deep breath and began to swirl it around, using her lips and tongue. I felt a stronger orgasm begin. Bud, idle until now, climbed over and sat on my chest, forcing his cock into my mouth. I had totally forgotten my sore nipples by then as I began to munch and chew and lick.

  In the mirror I watched as Mary reached down between her legs and began to pump away at her naked pussy, and in seconds I felt the strongest orgasm I had ever had. First, my pussy pumped open and shut as usual, but then the pressure rose higher and I felt my stomach muscles tense and relax, in rapid succession. My legs stiffened, my back stiffened, and my head was thrown forward, making me take in more of Bud than usual. Bud pushed toward me, his hands holding on to the headboard. As he came, he shouted so loud that I thought the neighbors might hear. Mary’s mouth didn’t stop working until I felt her shudder as she came seconds after I did.

  We lay there for a while, panting, kissing and rubbing each other. When I regained my strength, I crawled between Mary’s legs and did something I had wanted to do since first seeing her. I placed my lips gently over her naked sweet cunt and began to lick deeply, sticking my tongue in and out rapidly. I could tell by her sounds that she liked it. As I was doing this, I suddenly felt Bud’s hands on my behind. He had found Mary’s “magic” lotion and was spreading it over my little dark hole. This made me move my tongue even faster, which drove Mary crazy with pleasure. I felt the head of Bud’s large cock at my anus and tried to relax while he thrust himself deep into my ass.

  After about twenty thrusts, I reached down between my legs, grabbed my clit and began to pull and tug. The sensation of Mary’s cunt in my mouth and Bud’s cock filling my rectum was mind-blowing and I soon had another incredible orgasm. Afterwards, Bud told me that when I came, my asshole got so tight that he’d thought he’d be locked inside forever.

  We placed Mary between us, covered ourselves with a sheet, and fell happily asleep. Hours later, I awoke with a gnawing sensation of hunger. Pot does that to me. I quietly got out of bed, trying not to disturb Bud and Mary, and went into the kitchen to fix us some snacks. I cut up apples and cheese and opened a box of sesame crackers, arranging them on a tray as if I did this sort of thing every day—entertain a woman lover along with my husband of eighteen years.

  I woke them up and while we sat and ate, Mary told us that she had been divorced for over a year and hadn’t had sex during that whole time. She’d tried going to singles places but then had been intimidated either by her size (she’s six feet tall) or by her looks. That was the first time I realized that being beautiful could be a hindrance. She said she’d decided to sell Avon products in order to meet her new neighbors and that she had been attracted to us immediately, finding our house and the way we lived very enviable. “Besides,” she added with a sexy leer, “you and Bud really turned me on!”

  With that she reached across to Bud, and began stroking his cock, which jumped to life again. I stared with strange fascination as I watched her make love to my favorite tool. I didn’t feel jealous at all; in fact, it turned me on. I took the tray off the bed, sat down in the easy chair and watched as Mary and Bud fondled each other, using their hands and their tongues. I had never seen another couple make love, except in X-rated films. I could see Bud and Mary from all angles because of the mirror, and it was fantastic.

  First, they deep-tongued each other, their hands moving all over. Then they got into a 69 position and, after a few minutes of this, Bud looked up and said to me, “Lady, from now on you’re going to shave!” Of course, I knew what he was tasting because I had been there before, and I knew what he meant. Having it bare like that, all exposed and vulnerable, was thrilling.

  By his groaning, I knew Bud was ready to fuck. He maneuvered Mary under him and she wrapped her long legs over his shoulders. He held her by her buttocks. When he entered her, she gasped and kept screaming, “Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” (I don’t call Bud “Mr. Fat Dick” for nothing.) Then an idea struck me. I ran for some more of Mary’s “magic” cream and rubbed it on my hands. I carefully climbed onto the bed and rubbed some of the cream on both Bud’s and Mary’s assholes, making them jump with delight. Then I slowly inserted a finger into each of their holes. Now, let me tell you, they really started squirming and jumping, but the more they moved, the deeper my fingers went. My heart pounded as I watched the finger of my left hand disappear into Bud’s ass, then the finger of my right into Mary’s.

  I could feel Bud’s orgasm begin because of the pulsating in his rectum, but I wasn’t prepared for what I felt in Mary. It was like my finger were being chewed off! Her muscles grabbed, let go, grabbed, let go. First Bud exploded, then Mary, and we all started shouting together. Suddenly, Mary’s legs stiffened and she straightened them on either side of Bud’s head, catching him in an orgasmic headlock. I watched as her eyes rolled and her mouth worked in what looked like painful contortions. Seconds later, it was over. They fell apart from each other, covered with sweat, totally exhausted.

  Needless to say, Mary never finished her rounds. In fact, she stayed the weekend. We wound up in all imaginable and unimaginable positions, and we counted at least fifty orgasms among us. We promised each other that this relationship wouldn’t end and have even planned a week away at a cabin. I’ve shaved, too, and I’ve purchased a lifetime supply of that cream.—Name and address withheld

  LONELY GAY MAKES A FRIEND

  Having come out of the closet, so to speak, I would like to share a recent experience of mine at a small, male-dominated western college. Since I am gay and most of the other guys are straight, I was feeling very lonely as I watched the girlfriends of fellow students come and go. I was feeling isolated and rejected, and I was seriously considering going elsewhere to fulfill my sexual needs. That is, until I met Arthur.

  We met at a school party where I was doing my best to act straight amongst the guys. Then Arthur walked in. He seemed to be acting very freely, and was soon drinking and talking with some of the other students. I worked my way over to him, and we were soon engaged in a conversation about school life. As we talked, I realized that he was like me in many respects, and I had a deep yearning to get to know him better. He must have sensed something because he soon asked if I wanted to go to his room for a few brews. I almost creamed in my pants at the suggestion, and immediately said yes.

  When, we arrived at his room, he opened a couple of beers and calmly asked if I was gay. My immediate reaction was very defensive. When he said that he was gay, however, the ice seemed to break. I explained that indeed I was gay, and that I was feeling very lonely—and horny—because I could not find anyone else in the same predicament. He told me that he felt the same way and he had been overwhelmed with joy, when he had noticed the bulge in my pants at the party.

  After what seemed an eternity, he began to rub my back and play with my crotch. I was getting very aroused, and before I could say “Let’s fuck,” we were tearing each other’s clothes off. He then placed me on my stomach and thrust his six-inch cock deep into my waiting anus. I bucked to meet him, and almost immediately I could feel his warm come filling my insides. He
collapsed on the bed and I mounted him, shoving my small-but-adequate five inches into his asshole. I felt like I was going to explode as I pumped and quickly shot gallons of my jism into him. Finally, I was relieved of my horniness!

  We eventually settled down to more sensual play that night, and we continued sucking, fucking, and playing until dawn. I left his room feeling very happy and content, knowing that I had at last found a “friend” in a very straight school.

  Although we don’t love each other, Arthur and I have continued our loving relationship. I now feel more at ease with my fellow students, for I am no longer merely a frustrated onlooker. And I know that the two years I have until graduation will be filled with pleasure and contentment.—Name and address withheld

  HE DIDN’T MAKE THE TEAM––BUT HE DID MAKE THE QUARTERBACK

  I’m a junior in high school and just moved to Philly from the Midwest.

  Last school year (my sophomore year) was so exciting. The first kid in school I got to know was a fellow named Joe, the star quarterback of our football team, and everyone knew him. By the end of the first semester we were best friends. We hung out together with his crowd.

  One night we were at a party when Joe asked me whether I wanted to leave because I looked bored. I said I’d like to, and we drove to his house. All the lights were out, and I asked where everyone was, and he said, “Down at the shore.”

  After we were inside, he asked me to call my parents and tell them I was staying the night because in the morning we were going to go to the shore, too.

  We went up to his bedroom and listened to records and drank sloe gin. He gave me a pair of pajamas to wear. Later that evening he asked to comb my hair. I thought that he was drunk and jokingly agreed. “Get up here on the bed, between my legs,” he said. I did. About a half hour later he was still combing my hair. Suddenly he stopped and got off the bed and knelt in front of me. He said he wanted to talk seriously. I said, “All right.”