Letters to Penthouse IV (15 page)
As I lay in bed that night, too frustrated and horny to sleep, visions from the letters I’d read were dancing in my mind. A torrent of emotions flowed through me—lust, loneliness, anger, and somewhere in there, jealousy of my daughter’s apparent ability to gratify herself sexually, which I lacked.
Finally I decided to try touching myself. As soon as I touched my pubic hair with my fingers, though, I felt an overwhelming rush of shame and embarrassment, as if I’d been caught fucking in my mother’s bed. Through some strange convolution of reasoning, I suddenly decided that my current state was my daughter’s fault. I rose from my bed, threw on my robe and stormed down the hall, determined to confront my daughter about her magazine collection.
I opened the door of her bedroom and received the shock of my life. Terri, my sixteen-year-old daughter, was lying totally nude on her bed. She didn’t hear me enter because she was wearing headphones and listening to music from her Walkman radio. She didn’t see me, either, because her attention was thoroughly involved in an issue of
Penthouse
she was looking at. As I watched, speechless, she turned a page and placed one hand at her crotch. She rubbed her pubic mound in slow circles and, after a moment, her shapely hips began moving slightly in time with her roving fingers.
Another page was turned and, when her hand returned between her legs, her fingers sought her clitoris and stroked it leisurely. At this, the nipples of her small young breasts grew and stiffened.
And still she hadn’t noticed me.
I stood completely transfixed by the spectacle before me. In spite of my inhibitions, I felt my vagina lubricating as I watched Terri play with herself.
For a while longer, she continued stroking her clit. As her excitement grew, she spread her legs wider and wider, until they were as far apart as they could go. Glistening with her fragrant love juices, her open pussy was now spread before me. Terri then did something that surprised me still further.
The magazine now forgotten, she reached behind her pillow and withdrew a dildo-shaped vibrator and switched it on. The soft buzzing of the device filled the room, as did the musky scent of Terri’s pussy. She closed her eyes and guided the vibrator to her clitoris. As it touched her pink little knob, she arched her back and gasped with pleasure. Then she pushed the vibrator between her sopping-wet labia. Her hips bucked upward as she sank, the whole length of the vibrator slowly into her cunt. Her face was suffused with a look of rapture. I saw a trickle of creamy fluid ooze from her cunt and down between her buttocks.
As Terri began fucking herself with the vibrator, thrusting it in and out, I suddenly became aware of how lustfully I craved orgasm. With that thought, my earlier anger returned, strengthened now by jealousy of my daughter’s ability to masturbate so shamelessly. Speaking loud enough for her to hear me over the music in the headphones, I asked her, “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Terri’s eyes popped open in alarm. Seeing me standing over her, she let out a yelp of surprise and sat up on the bed, pulling the vibrator out of her cunt.
As I tore into her verbally, ranting as if mad, I noticed that her mortification was mixed with arousal. Her inner thighs twitched rhythmically, hungry for the orgasm I had interrupted. I suddenly realized that my words of anger had a hollow sound, and I knew that nothing I could say would make her stop. My emotions swirled within me and I started crying at the unfairness of it all.
“Don’t
you
ever masturbate, Mom?” Terri asked meekly.
I admitted that I didn’t know how. Then, of all things, my daughter offered to teach me how! Stranger still, I nodded my consent. Terri smiled and ordered me out of my robe and nightgown. I joined her in bed and she told me to watch her. Lying back against her pillows, she opened her legs to me again and returned to her masturbation, rolling her thumb and forefinger over her clitoris again and again. She placed her other hand under her ass and slid her fingers into her cunt.
“Just do like I do, Mom,” Terri said, her hips starting their bucking motion again. As if in a dream, I parted my legs and opened my wet twat to my daughter’s gaze. I felt separated from reality as I touched my clitoris, but the jolt of pleasure overrode any guilt or inhibition I was feeling. I thrust one finger into my wet pussy and moaned with pleasure. Then I inserted two fingers, then three, and finally I had all four fingers buried in my quivering vagina, stretching its walls and completely filling me.
Terri was squealing and bucking as she came, her fingers dancing furiously at her cunt. Seeing her come so beautifully set me off. As I fucked myself with one hand, I rubbed my clit rapidly with the other, urging myself toward that cliff of supreme pleasure that had eluded me for so long. Finally I reached the edge, and I drove myself greedily over it. My fingers made squishy noises as they worked inside me, and nothing existed for me except my spasming vagina.
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.
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 completely 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.