Letters to Penthouse VI (31 page)

When I returned to the living room, Peggy and Angie were sitting on the couch locked in a French kiss. The slit in the front of Angie's skirt was being passionately parted by Peggy's roaming hand. This stunned me at first, but then my disbelief quickly turned to excitement. I looked at Laura, who was watching from the corner chair, obviously very turned on and hot to trot. I walked over and began nibbling on her ear. At this point I knew there was no turning back. I worked my way around her neck to her full lips, which were trembling with anticipation. We were soon sharing the best French kiss I've ever had. She put down the magazine, which left her hands free to explore my body through my thin dress.

By then Peggy and Angie were completely naked and tangled in a passionate 69 position. At that point I stood up and slowly lifted Laura's shirt over her head, exposing a perfect pair of tits with pink, erect nipples. I immediately went right to work, exploring them with my hands, and then my tongue.

She then, in turn, removed my dress, leaving us both very excited. Next I slowly reached down and unzipped the tight pair of jeans my lover was wearing. As she stepped out of them, I was pleased to see that she was not wearing any panties and was a natural redhead. I reached down to fondle her bush and realized she was as wet as I was. Out of instinct I immediately knew what she wanted. I slowly sank to my knees and parted her moist, pink lips with my tongue. She put her hands on the back of my head, moaning, “Eat me, please. Please, do it.”

This increased my excitement, and with childlike enthusiasm I ventured forth and had my first taste of a woman. At that point she was putty in my hands, and I was able to bring her to a wild, frenzied orgasm. As soon as I pulled my come-drenched face from her sweetness, she dropped to her knees. With renewed vigor and sensitivity, her knowing tongue found my clit, sending me to dizzying heights I'd never before climbed.

Wanting more of each other, we positioned ourselves in the most fantastic 69 of my life! But more surprises kept coming. I suddenly felt Peggy's hands on my breasts and Angie's tongue licking my ear. That was all I needed to have the most mind-shattering orgasm I'd ever experienced. We then moved to the bedroom, and there we stayed until the next afternoon, enjoying one another in every way we could.

Peggy has now moved, and I haven't seen Angie or Laura since. Men are still on the top of my list, but when I masturbate, it's the thought of that love-filled, fun-filled evening and afternoon that really gets me off!—
Name and address withheld

COUNSELOR AND CADET EXPLORE EACH OTHER IN TENT FOR TWO

I'm a student at a southern university. I do some work as a counselor in a local military youth auxiliary. Our cadets are high school seniors. Once a quarter we go on a weekend training bivouac. Our last trip was in September.

It was a cool Friday when we started setting up camp at a state park. After dinner, the list of assignments for our two-man tents was posted. I was to keep an eye on a new cadet named Daniel, a good-looking guy with large brown eyes. He wrestles at school and has an attractive, well-built body. I had noticed him at the meetings, but knew better than to go after a cadet.

As the night closed in, it got very cold quite fast. I suggested that we combine the sleeping bags to conserve body heat. After the jokes and snickers were over, the commander said it was a good idea.

Settling into the tent that night, I moaned about how cold it was. I stripped down and crawled into our joint sleeping bag. We talked, then went to sleep.

It must have been the movement of the bag that woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the sleeping bag was moving up and down right over Daniel's hips. My cock snapped to attention and I lay there watching him. Forgetting all discretion, I moved and grabbed his weapon. When I asked him if he could use some help, he gave me no answer. He just grabbed my rock-hard cock and yanked me toward him. I started caressing the head of his prick, then moved my hand up and down, using slow, tight strokes. He did the same to me. We picked up the tempo, and he leaned over and gave me a red-hot kiss on my mouth.

The handjobs were moving too fast, so I dove under for a taste. His weapon was in desperate need of a good cleaning. Daniel moved around and started nibbling on my balls. He was no beginner, and his tongue nearly drove me over the edge. I was still deep-throating his cock and could not stop when he said he was about to come. Before I could react, his warm seed was trickling down my throat.

He increased the intensity of his sucking, smacking the back of his throat with the tip of my cock. I came in a shattering explosion.

We kissed, fell into a gentle, snug embrace and slept.

During breakfast the next morning someone asked Daniel why he had not eaten much. He looked straight at me and said he had had a snack earlier. I nearly died! Need I say that the rest of the weekend was festive?—
K.L., Nashville, Tennessee

ONCE HIS GIRL GOT A TASTE OF SALLY, DAVE DIDN'T HAVE A CHANCE

I am a twenty-three-year-old college grad now working in New York. Three years ago an event took place that shocked and surprised me so much that I've been trying to sort it out ever since.

My boyfriend of my early college days, whom I'll call Dave, was the first real love of my life. But after about two years of a happy and fiery relationship, our sex life, which I thought was great, began to slow down. Then one day Dave brought me home an issue of
Penthouse Letters
. That did the trick for a while. I come from a strict home and have always been straight, but your girls and articles brought me to new heights.

Finally, one night I broke down and confessed to Dave that the nude girls in your magazine were driving me absolutely wild. I even told him that I bought a few magazines on my own and spent many nights masturbating with those lovely bodies and sexy poses before me. He suggested exactly what I wanted to hear, and after I heard him out, I agreed to let him help me find a woman to make love with me.

One week later Dave picked me up after explaining to me over the phone the night before what he thought we should do. We drove to a large house, where a girl Dave had been friendly with lived. I knew Sally, and even though I found her attractive, I still didn't know if I'd be able to go through with our plan.

Dave and I walked in, and Sally was very friendly. She told us to make ourselves at home because everyone in her family was away for the weekend. We had a few drinks, and within an hour things were very relaxed. I mentioned that my back was sore, and Sally quickly picked up on that line. Within moments she was sitting on my ass, giving me a great massage, while Dave was watching television. She asked me to take my shirt off so that she could do a better job, and I obliged. I was feeling fantastic. She rolled me over, and although I was a little uptight, I didn't say a thing. She began to play with my breasts, squeezing my nipples and licking and sucking them until I was shivering and tingling all over. I was loving every minute of it. I felt my clit grow and my cunt get wet. I whispered into her ear that she should take off my pants, and with a smile, she said, “Yes, I think you're ready.”

Dave sat down on the floor next to the bed and watched. Then what happened was simply amazing. I was completely nude, my pussy aching for pleasure. Sally licked her way down to my dripping cunt, and within seconds I was experiencing sensations that I had never felt before. When she touched her cool tongue to my steaming clit, I arched my back and let out a scream. I was going absolutely crazy. Her tongue was magic.

For the next hour Sally ate me out and brought me to at least ten shattering climaxes. And these were no mild climaxes. Sally's mouth and fingers had me in absolute spasms. I never thought sex could be so satisfying. My body literally went into fits of ecstasy. My cunt was convulsing, the muscles actually pulsating while my love juices poured like a fountain.

Then I asked for something I never thought I would have the nerve to request. “Please take your clothes off and let me taste you,” I said. She removed all her clothes except her white silk panties, which looked very beautiful against her tanned skin. “If you want what's under here bad enough, you'll have to take these off yourself,” she said. I pulled her down on top of me, humping and kissing her desperately.

After sucking on her tits, which brought me to the brink of orgasm, I resumed my trip down to the place where I wanted to be. I smelled her soaking pussy through her panties and licked around the edges and over her crotch. Then I couldn't hold back. I took her panties off and saw a cunt that was prettier than any I had ever seen in a magazine. I dived into it with complete abandon. I licked it to orgasm after orgasm, lapping up every drop of her nectar. At some point, while I was loving her, Dave left. I couldn't stop to say good-bye. I ate her for over an hour; I could have done it forever. The taste, the smell, the feel, the warmth—it all transcended earthly experience. We sucked one another until we collapsed. I passed into a deep slumber, with my face close to Sally's pussy.

We made love a few more times after that night, mostly by ourselves, but also once with Dave. The loving was great every time.

I am now enjoying a relationship with a guy. We have fun together, but every once in a while I need to find a good woman to help me really get my rocks off. I think sex between two girls is just incredibly hot! In my guess, plenty of women think about doing it, but they're scared. Too bad!—
Name and address withheld

AIR FORCE HUNK TAKES RANDY LIEUTENANT ON FANCIFUL FLIGHT

I am twenty-three and a lieutenant in the army, stationed in Germany. I am married and have always kept away from trysts out of respect for my wife. I'm no prude, just loyal.

Anyway, about six months ago I was ordering supplies at an army depot when a young air force sergeant came in. Since we were inside, he didn't have to salute me, but he did anyway. As I returned his salute, I noticed that he had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. They seemed to be looking right through me. His staring unnerved me. He had a handsome Nordic face that reminded me of a Viking.

I finished my order and went outside. The guy's eyes followed me as I left. He came out just as my truck was getting warmed up, so I offered him a lift. He climbed into the cab and offered to buy me a beer. Intrigued, I accepted, and drove us to the nearest bar. His name was Bruce and he was from Oregon.

Well, one beer led to another, and we talked about everything in the world. It was the best conversation I'd ever had. After about three mugs of suds, he asked me if I smoked. I could have had his stripes for asking me, but instead I asked him if he had any. He showed me a huge hunk of hash, saying it was from Turkey. “It's the best,” he added.

He said he lived nearby on a farm and invited me over. I was supposed to have returned the truck by then, but I knew I could straighten it out later with the motor pool, so I accepted. Somehow I knew something very unusual was happening, though I didn't know just what. The prospect of getting stoned after going so long without any hash was exciting in itself.

We drove to a small stone farmhouse. The owners, an elderly German couple, only came out there on weekends, I learned. We went inside, drank some more beer, smoked several bowls of sweet black hash and got really high. We were stoned and drunk when he reached over, laughing, and suddenly squeezed my crotch. I fell backward, chair and all, and he fell on top of me. My hand brushed against his crotch, and I felt his hardness and heat. Waves of desire and passion churned through me.

Without a word, he stopped struggling and lay back, pulling me with him. His lips sought mine, and I found myself kissing him, our mustaches rubbing together. He kissed much harder and stronger than a woman. I couldn't think about anything because I was too excited. His arms went around me and squeezed me so hard that my back almost popped. I pressed my body against his, and we rubbed cocks. I didn't know what to do next, so for a while I just lay there, grinding and panting, getting more and more excited and horny by the second.

Finally his hand went to his crotch and he took out a very hard, very smooth six-incher. I proudly pulled out my own erection, which is closer to eight inches. His was thicker, though, and he wasn't circumcised.

In one motion he pulled my khaki officer's trousers down to my knees and started licking my belly button. My meat oozed in anticipation, and I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. He took his green fatigues down as well and started playing with his swollen, throbbing cock. His mouth finally went to my dick, and it was the softest, warmest mouth I've ever felt there. I'd never been too crazy about blowjobs before, as I had never been able to climax from one. But this guy knew how to treat a dick—probably because he has one of his own. He gave me such good head that I was ready to come in a couple of minutes. He knew that too, and shifted his body around so that his cock was nodding in my face. I stared at it, licking my lips.

I reached out and grabbed it. He was eagerly licking my balls, his skillful tonguing blowing my mind and making me tremble. Then his beard-stubbled face grazed my thighs, making me quiver and shake. Lost in the intensity of our lust, I took his meat into my mouth. We rocked back and forth in a heavy, sweaty 69. It was very different having sex with someone who was so strong. When his arms squeezed, it almost hurt, and when his hands massaged, I felt the sensation all the way down to my bones.

After a while I was sure he was about to orgasm. Even though this was the first time I'd ever sucked dick, I could tell that he was going to lose his load. He moaned and started pumping his hips.

Just then I realized that I was getting there too. We started sucking each other faster and harder. I ran my hands over the hard, hairy cheeks of his ass and pulled his cock into my throat. I gasped for breath because of my own excitement, and this only made me more aroused. For the first time in my life I lost touch with reality during sex. For a second I actually forgot who I was and where I was. The room seemed to turn bright orange, and the color deepened as my orgasm approached. Suddenly he groaned like an animal and shoved himself against me. I felt sprays of warm semen trickling down my throat as he shot his load. At that moment I let go too, and he sucked me dry before his climax even ended.