Letters to Penthouse XXXVI (24 page)

Then I noticed her right hand groping at Bill’s shorts, and when he looked like he was going crazy with lust, she left me
and pounced on Bill’s rigid cock. He fell back on the bed and entwined his fingers in her hair as she bobbed up and down on
his shaft. Her ass was pointed right in my direction, so I lifted her nightgown and began to stroke her pussy as she sucked
Bill hungrily. I heard her moaning with lust, so I grabbed her hips and plunged into her with one stroke. She squealed around
Bill’s cock and pushed back to meet me.

I gripped Tracy’s full ass cheeks and pounded into her, watching as she sucked on Bill’s cock like a wild woman. The three
of us surged back and forth like waves on the beach, joined together by Tracy’s lust. My wife’s cunt felt amazing, and the
fact that I was watching as she deep-throated my best friend made things better than ever. Bill’s eyes were shut and his head
thrown back as he groaned in ecstasy, pumping his hips up toward Tracy’s gulping mouth. She gives the best head ever, so I
could imagine what he was experiencing.

I pounded into Tracy even harder when Bill began to erupt, sending his creamy seed shooting into my wife’s mouth. The sight
of her trying to gulp down my friend’s hot load sent me way over the edge, and I shot stream after stream of come into my
wife’s sweet pussy. Tracy was licking every drop of come off Bill’s cock, and I continued to thrust into her until she, too,
exploded in what sounded like a truly incredible climax.

We all lay together in a sweaty heap as Tracy held hands with both of us. I must have drifted off, for when I awoke Bill was
lying on top of my wife, gently screwing her as she gasped for more and more. She arched her hips to meet his every thrust,
her breath escaping in loud gasps. She wrapped her legs around him as she announced her climax, and he pumped into her furiously
for a few more seconds before collapsing on top of her. As I leaned over to kiss her cheek, I thought that she had never looked
more beautiful.

—Mr. P.K., Texas

I recently helped my friend Tom celebrate his birthday by inviting him over for a home-cooked meal. Tom and I had been friends
for years, having worked together when I first moved to Omaha. I’ve always thought that he was kind of cute, but our relationship
remained purely platonic, although not without some healthy flirting.

That night I had prepared my special spinach lasagna. After we had stuffed ourselves full of pasta and birthday cake, Tom
sprawled across my living room couch while I cleared the table and did the dishes. He spends a lot of time hanging out at
my house, so I knew that he could entertain himself while I cleaned up, as long as he could find the remote for the TV.

After about fifteen minutes of silence, I started getting curious and was about to check in on him when he yelled, “Hey, Rachel!
What’s this you’ve got here?”

Poking my head out the door, I saw what he was talking about. I immediately bolted into the living room, blushing when I saw
the digest-sized periodical in his hands, a sultry-looking model pouting on the cover. It was an issue of
Penthouse Variations
that he was holding, and I leaped toward him, trying to grab it away with my sudsy hands. He was too quick for me, and even
though we were both soon covered with water and dish soap, he managed to keep hold of it.

Flipping it open to a random page, he examined a picture of a voluptuous blonde with her legs spread wide. Turning back to
me, he teased, “I’ve always thought you were a little kinky. Do you look at her when you masturbate? Is this what makes your
pussy wet?”

Usually looking at the pictures in
Variations
does get me hot, but what was turning me on at that moment was Tom’s little speech. He glanced at my flushed cheeks and took
his joke a step further. Turning a few pages, he came to the letters section and started to read. “Leaning forward, I unbuttoned
her blouse and reached inside…” At this point Tom grabbed my hands, pulling me next to him on the couch. Caught off guard,
I looked up and saw the playful look on his face. My glance traveled down his body to his crotch, where I noticed a telltale
bulge.

He continued reading where he had left off. “I unbuttoned her blouse and reached inside, running my fingers across her hardening
nipples.” As he read this line, Tom’s hand traveled from my shoulder to my top button, quickly undoing it and then making
his way down. He slipped my blouse off and unhooked the front clasp of my bra, exposing my bare breasts. As he caressed my
erect nipples, he read, “As I kneaded her supple breasts, she reached down and unzipped my pants, taking my rock-hard cock
into her hand.”

Tom looked at me expectantly, and what was about to happen really hit me. Although we’d never been more than friends, I knew
that I didn’t want to stop. His hands on my breasts felt so good, and my pussy tingled in delightful expectation of what the
man in the story might do next to his lover and, therefore, Tom would do to me. I unbuttoned his jeans, slowly drawing down
the zipper. After he had kicked off his jeans, I helped him slide off his briefs and then pulled off his T-shirt.

Going back to the letter, he resumed reading and we discovered that we had gone too quickly, so he skipped ahead a few paragraphs.
“She ran her hand over her pussy, collecting some of the moisture that had been welling there. With her now-damp hand, she
stroked my cock, firmly grasping the shaft. I couldn’t wait for her to take me in her mouth.”

I got down on my knees in front of Tom, waiting for his next direction. “She twirled her tongue over the head, which throbbed
at her tender touch. Lapping at my silky shaft, she coated it with her saliva before opening wide and engulfing my entire
length with her warm mouth. She began sucking, running her tongue over the sensitive underside of my rod, all the while squeezing
my balls with her hand.”

Tom’s reading became slower as he found it more difficult to breathe. I had been doing what he said, swallowing his entire
cock until I could feel his wiry hairs tickling my chin. As I massaged his balls, he began to moan. “My cock felt so good
in her mouth, slick with her saliva, and I felt the tension start to build. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer and I couldn’t
wait. Sensing my impending orgasm, she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, manipulating me with her hand instead
of her mouth. The firmness of her grasp pumping my cock sent me over the edge and I erupted, spurting my hot come all over
my quivering stomach.”

I don’t know how he did it, but Tom managed to continue reading straight through his orgasm. He held the magazine in one hand
while gripping my hair with the other, communicating his pleasure with the gasps that repeatedly interrupted his recital.
He came at the same time as the narrator, although I cheated a little and kept my mouth over his cock, swallowing his semen
as he shot it down my throat. I was afraid he was going to put the magazine down when his orgasm was finished, but luckily,
he kept on reading.

“After I had come,” he continued, “I reached between her legs, ran my hand over the smooth skin of her shaved mound and inserted
my fingers into her slit. It was dripping wet, and I dove right in, eager to taste the sweet nectar that had been collecting
there while she sucked my cock.” Tom pulled me back up on the couch, positioning me on my back and kneeling between my legs.
I liked the direction the story was heading.

Pausing, Tom leaned forward and ran his tongue along my cleft, lightly flicking my aching clitoris. He then resumed. “Her
pussy tasted so good, I immediately buried my face between her legs and commenced lapping, slurping up every drop of her precious
juice.” Tom stopped and, after a moment’s thought, handed me the magazine, pointing out where he had stopped.

“I sucked the swollen lips of her pussy, nibbling lightly as she wrapped her legs around my neck,” I continued, starting to
pant. “Spreading them open with my hands, I exposed her pink petals to my entire mouth. As I sucked at her hard button, I
inserted one, then two fingers into her tight hole, gently thrusting in and out. Her body started to quiver and I increased
my motions, sucking and fucking her until she cried out with release.”

By the time Tom got to this part, I had already come two or three times. He continued licking my pussy, making me shiver even
more. I looked up from the magazine and noticed that going down on me had made Tom hard again. Skimming through the story,
I found a good place to start. “This time I wanted to come inside her, so I pushed her back down on the bed and spread open
her legs. I eased my stiff cock into her cunt until I was buried up to the root.”

Suddenly, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I threw the magazine down on the rug. “Oh, Tom,” I cried, “fuck me, please. Fuck
me, now!” Just like in the story, Tom mounted me, teasing my clit with the tip of his prick before nudging at my tight opening.
I opened my legs wider and he slid in easily. His cock felt great in my pussy.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, offering my breast to his hungry mouth. “Suck my nipples. Feel how hard they’re getting. Just like the
woman in the magazine.” Tom feasted on my breasts while he fucked me, and my pussy was soon contracting around his busy cock.
“I’m coming!” I cried, making him even hotter with my words. “I can’t believe how excited you make me.”

Without warning, Tom pulled out and quickly spun me around so that I was on my hands and knees. As he positioned his cock
at my pussy I cried, “Oh, yes, fuck me from behind. I want to feel you slamming against my ass as you pound into my pussy.”
Tom rammed into me, his balls slapping against my behind, and it wasn’t long before I was climaxing again. I wanted him to
come with me, so I told him so. “I love how you feel inside me, fucking me so good. You make me come so hard. Now I want you
to come. Go ahead, shoot your load in me.”

As if on command, Tom thrust into me once more, crying out as he came. Holding me firmly against him, I could feel some of
his juice dripping down my legs as he erupted into me. I eased off his softening prick and turned around, wrapping my arms
around his neck and giving him a passionate kiss. “Happy birthday,” I murmured, silently wishing him many more.

—Ms. R.S., Nebraska

It was my birthday and I’d been having a really bad day. Nothing seemed to be going right: projects delayed, important meetings
canceled at the last minute, and, finally, an argument with the boss. At least it was Friday, and I was looking forward to
a quiet, relaxing weekend at home with my wife.

Arriving home, I opened the front door and yelled hello. Receiving no answer, I made my way into the den, heading for the
bar to pour myself a scotch and soda. As I mixed my drink, I noticed a single rose and an envelope bearing my name. I ripped
it open, catching a scent of my wife’s perfume, my eyes widening as I read the contents.

On a piece of her monogrammed stationery was a typed list of instructions. I was directed to finish my drink and then go take
a warm, luxurious soak. After my bath, I was to head to the living room, where there would be another set of instructions
and a package. I could feel my cock start to rise as I tried to imagine what she could have in store for me.

After my bath, I threw on my silk robe and went into the living room. There I found a bottle of champagne chilling next to
an elegantly wrapped package and the aforementioned envelope. With trembling anticipation I opened this newest communication,
which instructed me to get undressed, open the package, and make good use of its contents. She concluded by telling me to
wait for her and be patient.

My hands tore at the package. As I removed the contents, a smile crept across my face. This is going to be an interesting
evening, I thought, as I removed the black velvet blindfold from the tissue paper. I quickly slipped off my robe and securely
tied the blindfold over my eyes. Finally, I sat back to wait, not wanting to disobey any of her instructions.