Letters to Penthouse VI (6 page)

WILD, WANTON WOMAN SHARES HER SEXPERTISE WITH OUR READERS

I am a thirty-nine-year-old woman who wants to share the details of my fucking, sucking and exhibitionism with my fellow
Penthouse Letters
readers. I live with a man who shares my philosophy on sex and love. Not only do we agree on everything, but he actively promotes situations that allow me to fulfill all of my sexual desires.

It is very difficult for me to describe the pure animal pleasure I get when I am with my lover and have the opportunity to fuck other men and women. I love the sex and the physical release, but I also get off on having my man watch me perform. I love feeling a good, hard cock fucking me while I flirt with my lover or hold his hand. Reaching orgasm is normally a very special moment for me, and being able to share this moment with my lover makes me so hot that I would gladly do it every night.

I have participated in almost every sexual situation that I can think of. Although I enjoy them all, my favorite is when a man or a woman spends the night with us in bed. If we're with a man, of course I sleep between him and my lover and just revel in the glory of being the center of attention. If it is a woman who's spending the night, I put her in the middle and, after my guy fucks her, I eat that come-filled pussy with such relish that most of the women ask me if I'm a lesbian.

My exhibitionism is geared toward attracting attention to myself when we're out in public. My lover and I always go out of our way to come up with different methods of showing me off. It's really a very exciting game!

Naturally, I usually wear short skirts, and I love it when people check out my long legs. I also enjoy going braless, and always walk in such a way that ensures my tits bounce as much as possible. When we're drinking in a bar, I'll use the men's room rather than the ladies' room. You should see the looks on some men's faces when I walk in! At home, when I'm expecting company, I've been known to answer the door wearing only my bra and panties. I love to see how a married man reacts in front of his wife!

Even though I have many tricks, my absolute favorite exhibi-tionistic game is to flash my hot pussy in public. For example, when we go out drinking, I always sit on a bar stool rather than in a booth so that I can expose my pussy. My skirts, which are short to begin with, usually ride up a little above mid-thigh when I sit. I make sure it rides up high enough on my legs so that anyone sitting near me has a direct view of my panties or my naked cunt. My lover and I have this game down to a science. We are most amused when guys come over to talk to me and are unable to take their eyes away from my crotch. More than once I've reached orgasm like this, and let me tell you, it's a trip to be sitting on a bar stool while a guy stares at your crotch and you know that you're about to come. Occasionally, when I do wear panties, I've been known to pull off my panties and toss them to the guy who was staring at my pussy. As I leave, I smile and say, “Thanks for watching. Keep the panties as my present to you.” That always leaves them slack-jawed.

I'm sure I could go on and on about my sexual antics, but writing this letter has made me so horny that I just have to fuck my man. I'm so glad that my lover and I are totally in tune when it comes to sex!—
T.V., San Diego, California

EXHIBITIONISTIC BACKYARD BALLERS DISCOVER SPLENDOR IN THE GRASS

My lover Toni and I decided to watch an X-rated movie one night recently. We sat close beside each other on the sofa and soon were getting hot as we kissed passionately and watched the writhing bodies.

When I noticed Toni's hard nipples standing up under her shirt, I couldn't resist gently tweaking them. In response, she slid her hand across my thigh and massaged the growing bulge in my jeans. It wasn't long before she had slid off the sofa and onto the floor in front of me. With a deft motion she unzipped my pants and freed my cock, which was aching for relief by this time. She slowly ran her tongue up and down the shaft before sucking the tip into her mouth. I was transfixed by the sight of her full, red lips wrapped around my cock, making it rock hard.

Once she had me good and wet, Toni stroked me with her hand and fondled my balls until a drop of clear, sticky pre-come oozed from the tip. Toni licked it up and told me she loved the taste.

I asked her to turn the TV off so we could concentrate on our own pleasure. Toni switched it off and stripped off her jeans and panties, exposing her partially shaved mound. Then she climbed back onto the sofa and straddled me. She slowly lowered her hot, wet pussy down onto my cock. We both watched as her beautiful pussy engulfed every inch of my cock. I groaned with pleasure as she slid all the way down to my balls. Toni began riding my cock while I kneaded her large breasts. The feeling was incredible.

I suddenly got the urge to make love to Toni while standing up, so I reached under her legs and grabbed hold of her ass-cheeks. At first she was surprised as I stood up, holding her in my arms, and began pumping into her, because we had never fucked in this position, before. But always quick to adapt to any situation, she merely held on to my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist as she bounced up and down on my cock. Toni got very excited and, after a few minutes, asked me to fuck her from behind, which is probably our favorite position.

We went into the dining room and Toni leaned over the table. She reached back to spread her pussy lips wide open while I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit. The pink folds glistened with her sweet juices. Holding her by the hips, I slowly drove the full length of my cock deep into her. She moaned with pleasure, and so did I. I started to fuck her faster, and she responded with cries of “Fuck me harder!” Toni came two times in quick succession, and I was getting close to orgasm myself.

I asked her if she would suck my cock some more. Toni loves to suck me until I come in her mouth, so she eagerly agreed. I suggested we try something a little different and go out onto the screened-in porch. I told her I thought that the added stimulation of semi-public sex might be fun. Toni just grinned her sex-hungry grin at me, and out we went. It was a clear, warm summer night on the Massachusetts coast, so the temperature outside was just delightful.

She sat in a lounge chair and began once again to drive me wild with her mouth while I stood in front of her. Her sucking soon made my knees get weak, and I suddenly felt as if I couldn't stand up much longer. I asked Toni if she wanted to try something really daring. She nodded her head, her lips still wrapped around my cock. I asked her if she wanted to fuck out in the backyard, under the stars.

She was hesitant at first, but with a few passionate kisses and strokes of her pussy, I persuaded her to try it. I took her by the hand and led her out the screen door and down the steps into the moist night air. Toni quickly got down on her hands and knees in the soft, dew-covered grass. Kneeling behind her, I gripped her firmly by the hips. Neither of us could believe we were about to screw outdoors, where we might be seen by neighbors or passersby. But we were so hot to fuck each other by this time that I don't think we could've stopped even if we'd wanted to.

I teasingly slid my cock between Toni's thighs, and she reached back to guide me into her dripping snatch. We wasted no time and immediately began pounding into one another. Toni and I both came quickly in hot, sweaty, mutual orgasms, shuddering with pleasure, certain that someone would hear our moans in the dark. It seemed like a long time before we were able to regain our senses and move again. Finally we helped each other up into the house, laughing. Toni is a wonderful lover, and that was one midsummer night I'm glad wasn't a dream!—
R.L., Provincetown, Massachusetts

OPEN-MINDED BOYFRIEND REALLY GETS OFF WHEN SHE KISSES AND TELLS

This letter is primarily about my fiancée Mallory, who is twenty-four years old. I am thirty-six. We have known each other for several years and we live in the San Francisco Bay area. Mallory stands five foot two and weighs one hundred eight pounds. She has dark hair, green eyes and a creamy complexion. She has nicely shaped, medium-size breasts capped with a large, pink areola and tipped with inverted nipples. For years I have trimmed her pubic hair so that her love-tunnel is unobstructed when exposed.

Mallory has an effervescent personality and is basically an all-American girl. She is a senior at a prestigious university and works part-time for a small but well-established real estate firm.

Only a small, very select group of men know that, under the right circumstances, she can be an uninhibited exhibitionist and sexual libertine. I am the voyeur and occasional participant with whom she shares her adventures. Her most recent escapade is encapsulated below.

Over the last several months, Mallory has made several trips to the Los Angeles area, where she befriended a young man named Rick. Like her, he is a college student, but unlike her, he is really painfully shy. Their relationship has been warm and affectionate but, until recently, platonic.

A few weeks ago she had to return to Los Angeles on business, and they made plans to meet for dinner.

Mallory returned home about midnight. When she came into the bedroom, she turned on a light, which woke me up. Before she went into the bathroom to prepare for bed, I gave her a groggy greeting and we exchanged a little small talk. She came out of the bathroom wearing her bra, which was somewhat unusual because we always sleep in the nude. She sat on the edge of the bed, and I asked her how her day had gone. She gave me a hug and a kiss and replied coyly, “Oh, it was interesting.” I placed my hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy lips, causing them to spread apart a little. Then I licked the nape of her neck, inserted my finger into her moist tunnel and playfully said, “We seem to be unusually sticky tonight.”

She giggled awkwardly and, after a long pause, replied, “Well, he came all right, but he didn't come in my pussy.”

Bolts of electricity surged through me. It always turned me on to hear her talk like that. Though I was still half asleep, my cock instantly became tumescent and I could barely mumble, “What? What do you mean?”

Hesitantly she admitted, as if she had done something really naughty, “He … uh … came in my mouth.”

My excitement mounting, I interjected, chuckling, “You little cocksucker! How many times? And where were you?”

She continued, “Well, three times. We were in his car. He came in buckets. I've never had a load that big.”

I was overwhelmed—literally trembling—from a combination of intense arousal and curiosity. I didn't know which emotion to explore first. I could barely speak. In a dry voice I said, “Take off your bra, you sweet little cocksucker.”

We exchanged an electric kiss. She then pulled away and looking directly, almost tauntingly, at me, brought both hands up to the front clasp and slowly unhooked and removed her bra. As her tits swung into view, the reason for her modesty became clear: her breasts were covered with hickeys. Still looking directly at me, she cupped each breast, lifted them slightly and arched her back. In a brazen voice, she said, “He really liked my tits.”

I laid her on the bed, inserted my finger into her warm love-tunnel and said, “You little slut. Did you show him your pussy? Did you ask him if you could suck his dick? Did you come? I want to hear every single detail.”

By this time, she was giggling. We had gone through this routine too many times to count, and it never failed to inflame us with passion. She grabbed my pole and began stroking it up and down as she asked in a solicitous voice, “Do you want me to tell you or show you?”

“Both,” I answered. She bent down, rubbed the tip of my dick against her lips and said, “At seven o'clock last evening, this is exactly what I was doing to Rick.” She licked my oozing cock several times in a circular motion, then gently engulfed each testicle in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. Turning her attention back to my cock, she ran her tongue up and down the underside of my shaft several times. Next she placed her lips around the tip and gently, yet firmly, slid her mouth up and down the full length of my shaft twice. With that she stopped and calmly said, “On the third downstroke he came like a broken fire hydrant,” before continuing to suck my cock.

Though I wanted her to tell me more, I could not bear to interrupt the exquisite pleasure I was experiencing. As I watched my dick slide in and out of her mouth, I noticed small droplets of saliva form on her lips. I knew that Rick must have been treated to this same, sexy sight, and that thought really got me hot. I also knew that he must have felt the same exquisite pleasure. The combination of the thoughts and the physical pleasure was overwhelming. I came in an explosive orgasm that left me completely drained.

After a silent recovery period, she kissed me passionately and asked me to lick her pussy. When getting licked, Mallory loves to lie on her back, open her legs as wide as possible and spread apart her pussy lips to position her clit for maximum stimulation. As she did this, I said, as caustically as possible, “Didn't Rick lick your pussy good enough? Didn't he bring you off like that?”

Crankily she replied, “No, he didn't. So I want you to lick my pussy.”

I smiled and said, “Say please.”

Mallory responded to this by groaning loudly and saying, “
Please
lick my pussy now.” I did and she thrashed around in ecstasy. She came two or three times in quick succession before collapsing on the bed in a satiated stupor like a boneless Barbie doll.

I, on the other hand, still had a raging hard-on and wanted to hear more. After a few minutes, she went on with her story.

After dinner she and Rick had walked back to their cars, which were parked in a dark corner of the parking lot. When they arrived at her car, he leaned back against her car door while they chatted some more. When she went to give him a good-bye hug and kiss, she stood between his legs and pressed against him. In “one nanosecond,” as she put it, she decided to give him a tongue kiss. He responded in kind, and soon they were kissing with passion and grinding their groins together.