Letters to Penthouse XXXVI (19 page)

Dianne turned toward me and kissed me, crawling to settle herself across my thighs, pressing herself against me. She spread
her skirt to make a decorous covering for the meeting of our naked flesh, and began swaying to the music, sliding herself
up and down the underside of my very erect cock, pressing it between us. Sheila was acting as both lookout and coach, and
she impatiently reached between us to guide the head of my cock toward the opening of her friend’s cunt.

Dianne gave a muffled cry and settled over me, slowly engulfing my whole length. We rocked hard, urged on by the incessant
beat of the music, with Sheila stealing glances at my cock pumping in and out of Dianne’s flesh. Her seductive smile told
me clearly that she was eagerly awaiting her own turn. I felt crazy and out of control, and more excited than I’d ever been
in my life.

As Dianne stroked her clit to the point of orgasm, I obligingly kept pounding up into her until my come flooded out. She collapsed
against me, after a long, shuddering climax, and grinned, saying, “Happy birthday, Don. I hope you liked your first gift.”
In response, my tongue slid right into her mouth and my hands caressed her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Somehow Dianne dismounted and tidied up her clothes while Sheila patted my cock dry with a napkin and gently teased the foreskin
until I began to swell again. Then she tucked my growing member back into my trousers, urging patience. We left arm in arm,
and once we were in my car, Dianne drove with Sheila and yours truly sitting in the backseat and Sheila’s voracious mouth
sucking me back to full erection. At our destination, I somehow managed to operate the garage door opener, and we pulled inside.

Staggering through the door to the laundry room, my naked cock pointing the way, I begged Sheila to let me fuck her. Not waiting
to get even as far as the couch, Sheila bent over the washing machine and slid her panties off. With her dress hiked up, I
had a perfect view of her smooth white ass. She looked over her shoulder and demanded to know what I was waiting for.

Dianne bent down and gave my member a lick to lubricate it even more, and then she lined me up to enter her friend from the
rear. Her hand caressed my balls as she urged me into Sheila’s waiting pussy.

She felt so good! Tighter than Dianne, she was as eager, pushing her hips back into me, gasping as she felt my thickness fill
her. I eased deeper with every stroke until I was totally engulfed, pressing against her cheeks. We slammed and pounded, Dianne’s
hand never leaving my balls as she knelt to get a better view of the action.

It was beyond wild. Pure sex with no expectations other than enjoyment. And there was the extra pleasure of being watched
by another, equally desirable woman whom I had fucked not long before. My hands gripped Sheila’s thighs and I jackhammered
into her. She climaxed, taking me with her into a surging fulfillment that coursed through both of us for what seemed like
an endless time. I held her tight, not easing out until I had to.

Both girls embraced me, kissing and hugging each other as well as me. Somehow we got into the house and made it up the stairs,
shedding the rest of our clothes as we went. A crowded, laughing shower was only a prelude to the best birthday party I’d
ever had. Not even my first racing bike could hold a candle to the present these two had cooked up for my fabulous fortieth!

—Mr. D.B., Montana

My husband, Brian, and I started reading
Penthouse Variations
several years ago, and we were both very turned on by the stories of female domination. Inspired by your stories and letters,
we have built up quite a collection of collars, restraints, paddles, and whips for me to use for our mutual pleasure. Last
month, for Brian’s birthday, I decided to treat him to a full-scale weekend as my sex slave, reserving us a room at a nice
place some miles out of town.

I told Brian to be home exactly at five-thirty that Friday, and when he arrived, curious and somewhat breathless, I snapped
on his best collar and told him to load our bags into the car. He was not to speak unless spoken to, and to drive us to our
destination as a courteous chauffeur. The growing bulge in his pants betrayed his growing excitement as I got into the car.

When we arrived, I checked us in and went back to the car. Ordering Brian to unload the bags and follow me, I led us to our
room. When I had locked the door behind us, I barked out an order for him to undress and unpack the suitcases while I went
out and did a little shopping. Scooping up his clothes as I left, I chuckled at the thought of my husband, naked but for the
collar, laying out my lingerie and the assortment of toys I had packed. How soon would he realize that I had packed no clothes
for him at all? He was marooned at his mistress’s whim for the weekend.

When I returned, I discovered he had followed my instructions to the letter. My drawers were neatly arranged and the various
paddles, crops, and so on were laid out in impeccable order on the table near the window. Brian had taken his shower and very
neatly shaved off all of his body hair—no mean feat, since he is a bit of a bear. He was lying on the bed, deliciously naked,
with his cock in his right hand, erect.

He had even managed to cuff his ankles to the bedposts and attach his left wrist to the headboard. I was rather proud of his
obedience and coordination, but I tried to keep my implacable domme face on as I blindfolded him and hooked his other wrist
into place. A shiver of delight went through me as I looked down at his helpless form, and I ran my fingertips lightly along
his body, enjoying his galvanic shudder.

I stripped and planted myself over his face, his mouth nuzzling upward as soon as he felt my knees on either side of him and
smelled the arousal of my pussy. Such a good servant, and so well trained! His tongue parted my swollen labia and began to
explore my folds, settling in on my clit with unerring accuracy. Before I knew it, I was shaking with my first orgasm of the
evening, confident that it wouldn’t be my last.

Coming so quickly gave me a perfect excuse to discipline Brian (as if I needed one), so I unclipped his bonds and rolled him
over onto his stomach, refastening his restraints and propping up his ass with a pillow beneath his loins. Brian has a beautiful
ass, perfectly curved and muscular, but it can always be beautified by a good spanking.

Deciding to begin gently, I took up my favorite paddle, swatting him medium hard until I had brought a nice rosy glow to the
whole surface of his ass. He made small noises, but nothing major—he was used to this and his cock showed how much he enjoyed
it. He was a bit more vocal when I switched to the cat-o’-nine-tails, though its suede tails were not terribly harsh.

His ass was quivering by the time I laid the cat aside and took up my crop. Wanting to be considerate of any neighbors we
had, I gagged Brian with a ball gag strapped around his head and laid on a dozen swift strokes that checkered his bottom in
a dark, fiery pattern and made him writhe as much as he could in his restraints. I was getting hot enough to come myself as
I finished the grid of incipient welts and bent to lick them tenderly, causing still more shuddering of his flesh beneath
my touch.

I rolled my husband over again, removing his gag and refastening his bonds, and once again mounted his face, this time in
a 69 position. I teased his throbbing cock with my tongue, then reached to the nightstand for a condom, which I unrolled over
his magnificent erection. Then I sucked and licked him, enjoying the semiunreal feeling of the latex and the very real intensity
of his reactions. I had to keep reminding him to keep his tongue busy on my clit, but as he was stiffening into his crisis,
I came with him. My hands milked the last drops from his twitching organ and hoarded them carefully in their latex sack.

Dismounting, I turned and fed him his own come, telling him he should learn what it tasted like. Initially he was slow to
swallow, but soon he was lapping up the thick nectar, and I could feel his cock beginning to stir again. I played with his
nipples and told him all sorts of things I wanted to do for the rest of our stay, feeding him a few grapes from the groceries
I had brought back to the room.

My stories and the roughness of my nipple play had him well on the way to full hardness, and it was easy to bring him to the
brink with easy strokes of my hands. Mounting his hips, I rubbed the head of his cock across my clit before I took him into
me, slowly sinking down around him, settling his thickness deep inside my pussy.

Reaching behind me, I fondled his balls for a few moments, enjoying the involuntary movements of his sensitive cock. That
couldn’t last for long; I was too hungry to come with him in me. I started to slide up and down his shaft, leaning forward
to kiss him and increase the friction of his cock against my clit.

We were moving in perfect unison, his bucking hips somewhat restrained by his bound limbs, but I was free to ride him like
a bronco, and I let myself go wild, crying out and jerking as I came to one rolling climax after another, finally touching
off his orgasm and feeling his hot come shoot into me. I lay against his chest until my breathing returned to normal, then
I straddled his face and had him eat a second helping of his own come.

It was a good beginning to what turned out to be a truly stellar weekend. Brian was a perfect sex slave, and I came home determined
to buy him some new toys for our next adventure. Since I am so fond of his nicely reddened ass, I think my first purchase
may be a strap-on dildo, the better to explore the delights of his quivering bottom.

—Ms. E.F., South Dakota

I had to start getting home earlier. Dana had taken to having coffee in the afternoon with her new friend Sandy. This was
the tenth time I’d missed an introduction to the thoroughly gorgeous woman, and I was getting a bit frustrated. I would see
her sitting on the porch with Dana as I drove around the corner, but before I was able to get the car parked she had said
her good-byes and was jogging off down the street.

I already knew a lot about her, though. Like the fact that she never wore a bra even though her breasts bounced when she ran.
Somewhat grumpily I asked Dana if I was ever going to get to meet what’s-her-name, and she grinned.

A couple of days later I scored. I walked into the kitchen and found them both sitting there over the inevitable coffee, and
we were introduced. Sandy’s nipples were showing perkily under her white T-shirt, and as she said good-bye and walked out,
the back of her hand grazed my crotch. Dana was trying hard to keep a straight face, but the gleam in her eyes gave her away.
She was amused at my reaction to her friend.

I followed her upstairs after dinner, hearing the shower running. My cock stiffened in anticipation, and I went in to watch
her dry off, stripping off my boxers as I came into the bathroom. My wife is very blonde, and what little pubic hair she has
seems to disappear in low light. Many of my fantasies involve bare pussies, and I wonder if this isn’t part of Dana’s hold
over me.

I stroked her ass as I slid past her into the shower, wondering what Sandy’s pussy was like. Did she shave it, or was it a
wild, untrimmed thatch? As I climbed out of the tub, I muttered to myself that it hardly mattered, since I wouldn’t get the
chance to find out. “Find out what?” Dana asked.

I assured her it was nothing and tossed her onto the bed, where I proceeded to fuck her long and hard. Contrary to the usual
stereotype, it was Dana who rolled over afterward and fell asleep. I lay there musing about Sandy, finally falling asleep
to a fantasy of a threeway with her and Dana.

Saturday afternoon I was alone in the house and a little bored, since football season was over. An unlabeled cassette caught
my eye, and I shoved it into the VCR, mostly to check whether it had been used already. A picture of my wife sprang into focus,
bare-assed and smiling into the camera. “I see you found the tape. I made it for you as a birthday present. Enjoy, honey.”