Letters to Penthouse V (31 page)

The meeting was ten hours of pure boredom, but it finally passed. I rushed back to the hotel, quickly showered and, thinking of all those beautiful Fort Lauderdale babes, slipped on a pair of tight, shiny-white bikini briefs I had recently bought. Because I usually spend all day in Brooks Brothers suits and boxer shorts, this underwear had caught my eye in the store a few weeks before. I have to admit that after I pulled the shorts on I stood there admiring myself for several seconds. I then finished dressing and headed for the dance clubs along the beach.

I hit about four clubs, danced with about forty women in black lace miniskirts, and lusted after about four hundred more, but none of them seemed interested in me. After the fifth nightclub, and as many ridiculous cover charges, I found myself wandering down the main drag with a very good buzz but without a single phone number. It was about three in the morning, and I was in no condition to drive back the hotel, so I decided to take a walk by the ocean.

The beach was just about deserted by then, largely because a big bank of storm clouds had started to roll in. Too drunk to be daunted by a little rain, I started walking along the shore. The water looked enticing. But of course I was still in my street clothes, and even though they smelled like an ashtray full of beer, I had no desire to get them wet and then have to trudge back to the car looking like an alcoholic seal.

It dawned on me that I was wearing something that would pass for a swimsuit. Without another thought (because I knew that if I thought about it I would chicken out) I ran up the beach toward a row of wooden beach chairs and whipped off the rest of my clothes.

I plodded down to the shore, entranced by the sound of the waves and exhilarated by my own near-nudity. The breeze was really starting to whip up now, and the tide rolled in with powerful surges as I ran to greet the foamy surf. The water was warm, and I splashed headlong into the waves, enjoying the feel of the cool water against my overheated skin. I played for about half an hour, until exhaustion and the impending storm urged me back to land.

It wasn’t until I had collapsed on the beach chair that I began to hear subdued but unmistakable moans of pleasure a couple of chairs away. I rolled over and peered between the wooden slats on the back of my chair. There, less than ten feet away, was the hottest, sexiest blonde I have ever seen in my life. She was lying on her back, her skirt hiked up and her legs wrapped around a dark-haired, healthy-looking stud who was still in his clothes, except of course that his blue jeans were undone at the top.

I lay there, entranced, as they humped and moaned. Through the chair I could see that he had her blouse partially undone, revealing to me a side view of her big breasts, still covered by a lacy bra. She moaned louder and lifted her feet in the air, locking them around his muscular back and opening her skirt so that I could just glimpse her precious ass. When he arched back for a particularly deep thrust, I could see the silhouette of his big, studly dick sliding in and out of view behind her firm thighs.

As they rocked I began to gently rotate my hips forward and back, pressing my crotch into the chair. In a way it was better than participating, because I could see the whole thing. I felt my cock uncurl beneath the wet material of my bikini, aching to join in the fun. I was so aroused that I almost failed to notice that the rain had finally begun.

As the storm moved in, cooling my aroused skin with huge drops of water, the couple packed up and ran for cover. It was beginning to look as if I was fated to a night of complete sexual frustration. I lay there as the rain fell, waiting for my cock to calm down. After a few minutes the rain was gone, blowing over as summer storms on the beach often do. But my erection was still there. It strained against the slippery nylon of my briefs, begging to be released.

I rolled over onto my back, picturing the woman’s straight blonde hair and her round, tan thighs. I slid my hand down my stomach and across the thin wet material that imprisoned my throbbing cock. I rubbed the shaft, remembering her boyfriend’s big dick sliding into her perfect, young body. I cupped my balls and thought about her moans of pleasure as he fucked her, his muscular ass sliding in and out of the top of his jeans. I looked down at the bulge in my sexy, wet, white briefs, the material so thin that my dick was clearly visible. I grasped the shaft through the thin nylon and wrapped my hand almost completely around it, tugging the material so hard that it pulled away from my body, leaving my balls exposed to the fresh sea air.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes, pumping wildly and jerking my body around. I felt my climax building, building, and then I felt something else, a presence, and I realized that I wasn’t alone.

“We liked watching you swim,” she said. “Did you like watching us fuck?” Her boyfriend stood a little behind her, still holding her hand. I looked at him. He looked at me reassuringly and let go of her hand.

She knelt down beside me and took both of my hands, gently moving them away from my dick so that they hung down on the cool sand. She bent over and kissed my stomach, letting her lips linger, and then slowly planted a series of kisses in a slow progression down my stomach and along the stiff shaft of my cock, still held by the wet material. She curled her hot tongue around the end, licking the drop of come that had formed there and seeped through my briefs. She leaned closer and closed her mouth around the head, right through the material, and lapped at the tip.

She brought one hand up and closed my eyes, asking me to keep them closed. I felt her soft, pantied ass press into my face. The feel of her soft skin and silky panties was so incredible I thought I would burst out of my briefs. I realized that she was straddling the chair, facing me. As she eased her body down, I felt the warmth of her snatch against my forehead, then my nose, then on my mouth. I reached under her skirt and sank my hands into her ass, pressing my lips into her luscious, soaked crotch. I kissed and tongued her through her panties. She started bouncing and moaning wildly. I squirmed as my cock strained and begged to be set free.

Suddenly, I felt two hands grasp the sides of my briefs and pull them swiftly down my legs and off my feet. I felt my cock spring into the sea air, finally unleashed from its prison. Instantly it was submerged in warmth and moisture. I was in ecstasy. As I lapped my sexy blonde’s panties, her hot young stud slurped away at my cock.

She must have sensed that I was about to lose it, because she rose up abruptly and looked down at me. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She licked her lips and smiled devilishly, then giggled and slid backward down my chest and into my lap, coming to rest against my raised knees. She lifted her feet off the ground and onto the back of the chair, one on each side of my chest. Her skirt hung open, exposing the panties I had been sucking so joyfully.

She looked at her boyfriend, then me, licked her lips again and slid her hands up her own legs and under the elastic of her panties. Slowly, enticingly, she pulled them down those gorgeous, hot thighs, letting them lie at her feet. She raised her ass and eased her perfect little muff down onto the tip of my eager cock. She smiled and gazed right into my eyes, then took a deep breath and took me all the way in.

She tightened her sweet little walls around me and worked my cock like a piece of clay. I threw my hands in the air and rolled my head from side to side, but she was relentless. Her boyfriend was enjoying all this as much as she was. He was standing next to me and slowly jerking off. The sight of his big dick and his strong muscles made me even hotter, which I didn’t think was possible.

I reached over and slid my hand up the back of his leg to his tight, sexy ass, and then pulled him toward me. He lifted one leg over the chair and there it was—that big, beautiful dick I had watched plunging into this blonde beauty’s clutching pussy I was so hot I needed no further persuasion. I wrapped my mouth around his cock and slurped away while his girlfriend fucked me into ecstasy. I imagined for a moment that I was watching the action from above, and the scene was so exciting that I shot. My balls contracted and blew intense spurts of come deep into my blonde’s tight little hole. She threw her head back and screamed with delight just as her stud of a boyfriend exploded in my mouth and shot wads of come down my throat.

We all collapsed where we lay. At least I think we did. I can’t actually prove that this happened, because I was alone when the beach patrol rousted me out and threw me off the beach.—
Name and address withheld

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME—AND TO YOU AND THE STUD WHO CAME WITH YOU

The phone rang about midnight. I was already asleep, but was happy to be awakened by my new lover, Frank. Frank is married to one of my best friends. We aren’t serious about each other—there is no threat to either of our marriages—but we are serious about fucking. Frank’s woman is really straight. She doesn’t even give head, so Frank went looking for a good blowjob and discovered that I’m the best there is. We’ve been playing around for several weeks, and each encounter is better than the one before.

Frank called because he was out on the town with his buddy Rick. It was Rick’s twenty-sixth birthday, and they were both pretty high after a night of serious partying. Frank had spoken of Rick before, but I had never met him. Frank wanted to come over—he wanted to make sure Rick would really enjoy his birthday. I said sure. My husband travels, and is away for weeks at a time. I was so horny I would have agreed to anything. I wanted to fuck.

Twenty minutes later, Frank walked in the door. He’s about six foot two inches tall, with blond hair and crystal-blue eyes. He’s big and hairy—a Nordic teddy bear. He immediately opened my short silk robe and pulled a breast out of the soft beige teddy I had on underneath. He sucked my rosy pink nipple into his mouth and asked if I was ready to meet Rick. I said yes. Frank slid the robe off my shoulders and it crumpled in a heap at my feet. Then he hollered for Rick to come in.

I was standing there with one breast out of the teddy and Frank’s fingers buried in my golden curls. Frank said, “Mia, this is Rick.” I didn’t get to say anything, because Rick immediately kissed me. What a wonderful introduction! Rick didn’t
just
kiss me, he made love to my mouth. I don’t think I have ever been so thoroughly kissed. I grabbed a handful of each guy’s crotch, closed my eyes and turned myself over to those two beautiful men.

Rick is the exact opposite of Frank, physically. Rick is Italian, five feet eight inches or so, with rippling muscles over a flat stomach. His chest is completely hairless, and his small nipples were rock-hard. He has long, curly, black hair, dreamy black eyes, long eyelashes and a full mustache that tickled whenever it touched me. I was sandwiched between a Nordic god and an Italian stallion—I couldn’t have been any happier.

Frank wanted Rick to see my body so he could fully appreciate what I was about to give him for his birthday. He left the lights on and pulled the straps of my teddy down. I wiggled and the teddy joined the robe at my feet. I’m about five feet eight inches tall and have 38DD titties with large pink nipples. I have long, curly red hair that hangs nearly to my waist and a neatly trimmed golden-red triangle adorning my full pussy lips. I have really long legs, with muscular thighs and calves from daily aerobic workouts. I’m thirty-three years old and the mother of a five-year-old and a two-year-old, but I look damn good, unlike the other computer programmers I work with.

Rick kissed me again. He slowly worked his way around to my ears and down my throat, his mustache tickling in just the right places. Frank sat down to roll a joint and told Rick to squeeze my breasts together and suck both nipples into his mouth at once. Rick did, and he had me squirming in delight. By the time Frank had the joint rolled, I had bent over and pulled Rick’s cowboy boots off, gotten rid of his jeans and had his joint as hard as stainless steel.

Frank reached up, pulled me down into his lap, gave Rick the joint and told him to fire it up. Frank’s hands roamed between my legs, flicked my clit a few times and gave me my first orgasm of the night. That’s how hot I was already. I sucked on Frank’s wet, pussy-juiced fingers until Rick offered to shotgun the joint down my throat.

We smoked two joints while I lay on the couch between my two lovers. I unbuttoned Frank’s shirt and played with the hair on his chest, at the same time running my foot up and down the insides of Rick’s thighs, massaging his dick and balls.

When the joints were gone, I wanted a tongue in my twat. I stood on the couch and sat on Rick’s face. He was lying back on the pillows and seemed to be in the perfect position. Rick began running his tongue up and down my soaking-wet slit. I leaned forward and braced myself against the couch.

I felt Frank kissing my back. He nibbled all the way down to my firm, rounded ass, and ran his tongue all over my ass-cheeks. I don’t know whether it was Rick’s licks on my clit or Frank’s tongue on my full moon, but I had one hellacious orgasm. I screamed in ecstasy.

I slid down on the couch between my two beautiful men and tried to catch my breath. My pussy was throbbing in time with my heart, and my legs were quivering. I was weak. Still, it didn’t take me long to catch my breath and realize I hadn’t enjoyed even the slightest taste of dick. But there was a problem: which dick would I taste first? Frank’s throbbing pink dick is about six inches long but very, very thick. Rick’s dick was much longer—probably close to eight inches, though not quite as thick—and it was a deep, almost purple color.

I couldn’t make a decision, so I told them to stand facing each other and, with a dick in each hand, I licked them one after the other. I was getting all the dick I could handle, but neither of them was getting a decent blowjob. Rick could see the problem, and instantly came up with a real good solution.

He pulled away from me and sat Frank back on the couch. Frank pulled me along with him and I sucked his entire cock down my throat. I love the feel of cock in my mouth. The softness of the skin over the hardness of his cock, plus the smell of a man, is a wonderful combination—one that I never seen to get enough of. My tongue was sliding up and down, my lips progressively tightening around the object of my desire. My fingers danced over his huge balls while his fingers tangled in my hair. I licked, sucked, nibbled, and kissed his entire groin area before gently sucking one of his big balls into my hot, hungry mouth.