Letters to Penthouse XI (12 page)

Maurice continued fucking me for what seemed like a half hour but was probably a lot less, then groaned and said he was about to come. He ground his hips into mine, and I thought I felt his penis grow even longer and start throbbing. He pushed himself in me as deep as he could and groaned with every spurt. Marie told me later that she was licking and sucking his scrotum and felt his cock pumping come into me. When he pulled out, his chocolate-colored pole glistened with my juices and his semen. Once I caught my breath, I walked to the kitchen to get a drink. When I came back, Marie and Maurice were dozing, and I joined them.

I saw Maurice a couple of times after that, but we never were able to get together long enough to duplicate those two nights. I soon realized that, besides the sex, we had nothing in common. And I was a little uncomfortable being seen around town with him, especially since my ex-husband and he operated in roughly the same social circle.—
R.R., Vancouver, British Columbia

TRUMPET TEACHER PUTS HIS LIPS TOGETHER FOR AN INTIMATE TRIO

I had just given a trumpet lesson to Rhonda, a tightly packed eighteen-year-old getting ready to take on college and the world.

The sexual tension had been getting stronger for months. Then she appeared in tight shorts that showed her fine legs to best advantage and a tube top that hid her small, firm breasts but not the hard nipples underneath. Just because a girl plays the trumpet doesn't mean she can't be a fox.

Rhonda is one of those young things that is sexy without knowing it. She's five-two, about a hundred pounds, with dark hair and dark eyes that smolder when she looks at you. The games her eyes had played with mine for six months were coming to a head. I hoped it would be hers on my cock!

This lesson, at her house, was her last before leaving for college. At the end, I complimented her on her rapid progress over the last several months and said I hoped she'd enjoyed our lessons as much as I had. As a gesture of approval, I told her there would be no charge for this lesson and wished her luck at school.

She was a bit flushed and had trouble responding. I asked if anything was wrong. She said she would miss me and our lessons and wanted to thank me for all my help. I said that her being a good student was thanks enough. Before I could say more, she put her arms around my neck and gave me a soft, wet kiss. It was so innocent yet sensual that my body responded instantly.

My cock, already half-hard from her flirtatious comments, sprang to full life and pressed against her bare midriff. When our kiss broke, we stayed with our arms around each other, looking in each other's eyes. Rhonda pressed against me a little harder to make sure I knew she'd felt my hard cock. Then she stepped back, her face the color of blush wine.

I said, “I'd better go—I'll miss you more than you can imagine,” and stumbled out.

I thought that was the end of it, until she called the next night. She said haltingly that she had the house for the weekend, and she and her best friend Pearl were celebrating before going away to different schools. She asked if I would bring over some vodka, then stay to make sure they didn't drive anyplace. It was a lame way of asking for a date, but I didn't complain. My mind wouldn't have won a wrestling match with my dick, which was calculating the possibilities.

When I arrived, about ten, without knowing Pearl, I was thinking of ways to get rid of her so I could be alone with Rhonda. I had a fifth of vodka in my hand, a hard dick in my pants. When the door opened, my mouth must have opened to my knees. The beauty who answered introduced herself as Pearl. She said Rhonda was in the kitchen and I should come in and have a seat.

They had only two things in common—they were both female and beautiful. Pearl had long blonde hair and clear blue eyes set in a face that would have been angelic, except for her sensuous lips and smile. Her shorts left nothing to the imagination. Her large tits were encased in a man's white workshirt with the long tails pulled to the front and tied under them, exposing her hard, flat stomach. The top buttons of the shirt had been left open to expose some breathtaking cleavage.

Rhonda was short, dark and petite. Pearl was taller, maybe five-six, about a hundred fifteen pounds. Oh, yes, there was another thing they had in common—the most beautifully shaped legs. Pearl's were accented by short-heeled sandals, while Rhonda favored pumps. The two of them had me pumped, I can tell you.

When I took my seat, Rhonda came into the room with glasses, ice and O.J. Her flirty smile said this was going to be fun. The thing running through my mind was Pearl. Had Rhonda told her what happened after our lesson? If so, what would she do? Would she have a few drinks and leave? Was I to be teased by
two
eighteen-year-old goddesses, then sent home with blue balls? A thirty-year-old man can only take so much!

We all had a drink, and it seemed obvious that Pearl wasn't leaving. Both girls were relaxed by the vodka and sitting in all sorts of positions that drove me crazy. Rhonda kept opening and closing her legs or sitting cross-legged in front of me. Her shorts crept up into her pussy, exposing white, lacy panties and a high tan line.

Pearl kept leaning over the coffee table, exposing her tits and smiling when she knew I was looking. I had to make some sort of move, just to see where this might go. Seeing a deck of cards on the coffee table, I asked if they knew how to play blackjack, explaining that it's a common pastime in college. They didn't! I said to myself. Thank you, God!

I explained the basic rules and we ran through a few hands until Rhonda said we should play for stakes. I felt blood rush to my cock, because I knew what I wanted—strip blackjack. I played it as cool as possible, not wanting to be pushy.

“Great,” I said, “but you girls pick the stakes.” Pearl smiled and suggested the losers do whatever the winner said. My dick got bigger.

Pearl won the first hand and grinned as she looked at her friend. “Kiss him like you did yesterday, Rhonda.” Rhonda walked round the table, lust in her eyes. I was sitting on the floor, so as she stood, my face was almost level with her pussy. I detected the familiar musky odor of feminine passion. She took my hand, lifted me up and kissed me. This time there was not only passion but a wet tongue and grinding pussy. When the kiss finally broke, Rhonda kept her body painted to mine. The extra pressure of her pussy was unmistakable. By reflex, my hand dropped to the curve of her tight ass and pulled her closer.

Pearl, smiling a wicked smile, sat cross-legged with both hands ever so slightly rubbing her inner thighs. My eyes fixed on her crotch. Her stretched shorts outlined the folds of her cunt. Matters had gotten infinitely better.

Rhonda won the next hand and wanted Pearl and me to kiss. Pearl stared at my thick seven-incher as I got up. I didn't even pull her up to a standing position. I got on my knees and pulled her to me. First it was soft and tentative. Then she went nuts, grabbing my ass and pulling me against her so hard, I was almost lying on her. She did a number on my cock. By now there was no doubt that the ladies wanted some fun, but I still didn't know if it was just kissy-feely or sucky-fucky. I felt it was time to find out where they wanted to go.

I won the next hand and could tell they were wondering which one I would kiss. Surprise! I said they should pretend they were models for five minutes. The one who struck the sexiest poses would get a kiss. Pearl, the vamp, started. She faced me, legs spread, arching her back to push out her big tits. She brought her arms together in front of her, pushing her tits out even more. Her hands went to her thighs, rubbing sensuously.

Rhonda jumped into the act. She turned her back, spread her beautiful legs and arched her back. Then she blew my mind. She looked over her shoulder and sucked on her middle finger, then bent over a little and rubbed the finger over her pussy. She looked over her shoulder with an I-want-your-tongue-right-there look.

Not wanting to be outdone, Pearl climbed on the sofa facing me and spread her legs. She pulled one leg up so her foot was on the edge of the sofa, then broke the ice and set the tone for the evening by pulling her shorts aside, revealing red bikini panties. Rhonda and I watched her rub her pussy through the wet material. She undid two blouse buttons. With her other hand, she exposed just enough of her tit.

After two minutes she said huskily, “I guess I win.”

“Like hell,” Rhonda said. “I get one more try.”

She stood up to show off her legs, then turned her back. We heard a zip. She put her thumbs inside the waist of her shorts, then slowly pulled them down. When her ass was exposed enough to display her lacy white panties, she wiggled and the shorts fell. She turned and stood there in her tube top, her flimsy, wet panties and sexy high heels.

Her eyes had a dreamy quality. Even more slowly she pulled up her tube top to reveal a small, upturned breast. The nipple was rock-hard and blush-pink. She traced a finger around it while her other hand slid down her stomach, disappearing inside her panties. Her hand moved down, and down—until she gasped.

Her breathing became labored as her hand moved over her cunt. Through the transparent material, we saw her finger disappear in her pussy. As slowly as she had put her hand in her pants, she moved it to her mouth and sucked her wet fingers.

I was rubbing my cock through my pants. A hand arrived to help. Pearl was watching Rhonda and rubbing my cock. I wanted to come so badly, I felt faint. I turned my attention from Rhonda and kissed Pearl, who rubbed my cock harder. My hands surveyed her tits. I couldn't believe how full and firm they were. I rolled my fingers around her nipples until she started the guttural moan that says, Fuck me.

With all my attention on Pearl, Rhonda complained, “Fair's fair. Give me some.”

Kissing her, I smelled the musky odor of her pussy. I'd forgotten just how good an unspoiled pussy could be. I wanted to feel and smell it directly. I slid my hands in her panties and she opened her legs for greater access. I plunged a finger in, almost putting her over the edge.

While I finger-fucked Rhonda and teased her clit, Pearl lowered my zipper. I stopped to see what she was doing, and get some perspective. At thirty, I had enough experience to know I had to pace myself to take care of both ladies.

I joked, “Pearl, what the hell d'ya think you're doing?”

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she tugged at my pants so I would lift my hips. She slid my pants down to reveal my thicker-than-average cock. She stroked it and spread the pre-come over the shaft.

“I've only sucked my boyfriend's dick. I want yours in my mouth and in my pussy.”

Before I fully grasped that she had never fucked, her wet mouth engulfed my cock in a dance of tongue and lips. She worked into a steady mouth-and-hand rhythm as I picked up where I'd left off with Rhonda. My fingers had been at her clit for only seconds when she exploded, tensing and quivering. I wanted to hold her, to savor the feeling. She had other ideas. She went for my cock.

“Maybe Pearl hasn't done it,” she said, “but I have, and I want it. Now!”

She pulled her panties off and, with me sitting on the floor with my back to the sofa, lowered herself on my cock. This beautiful young woman, nude but for her pumps, rode my cock like a pro. She was surprised at its thickness but after a few strokes got accustomed to it. Even though she was dripping wet, she was tight. She leaned forward to kiss me. It was any man's dream, and more, because I suddenly remembered that she wasn't the only gorgeous young woman with me.

I looked over at Pearl, who was stripping to reveal a body mature beyond her years. Feeling Rhonda riding my cock and seeing Pearl nude was almost too much for me. Pearl had one of the most perfect bodies I have ever seen—firm and muscular in the right places, yet soft and feminine. Her flat stomach accentuated the firm roundness of her breasts. Now she wanted her share of the fun.

I asked Rhonda to get up so we could go to the bedroom. There I lay on my back with my head on a pillow and Rhonda started to ride the white pony again, now facing away from me.

I told Pearl that I wanted to lick her blonde pussy.

She hesitated slightly, saying, “I've never done that. My boyfriend thinks it's dirty. All we ever did was fool around, with me sucking him.”

I assured her he was a fool to miss out on a chance to lick her pussy. My right hand rubbed it. A finger went deep between her folds and rolled her clit. She moaned. I said if she didn't like me licking her pussy, I would stop. She straddled my chest back-to-back with Rhonda. I cupped her ass and drew her pussy toward my mouth.

I can't describe the level of my ecstasy. Her pussy lips were engorged with lust, but her pussy had no odor. I moved my tongue lightly along her thighs and ever so slightly brushed her blonde mound. When I flicked my tongue around her clit, her body went rigid.

I massaged her ass and back and continued to lick as gently as I could, telling her between laps how wonderful she tasted. As she relaxed, she pushed against my hungry mouth and darting tongue. She was about to have a crashing orgasm. The thought of turning her on so turned me on even more and returned me to the incredible fucking I was getting from Rhonda.

She stroked my balls as she rode me, her hand bumping against my cock. With the other hand she rubbed her clit like a woman possessed. That was it. I had to come. Then Pearl cried out and came. Before I could do anything to try to prolong the pleasure another second, a load from deep in my loins flooded Rhonda's hot pussy.

Pearl collapsed beside me. I lay there while Rhonda slowed her attack on my cock. When I realized that Rhonda hadn't come, I pulled her to me and said to relax and let me take care of her. Knowing what was coming, she opened her legs and smiled. She drew my head to her come-filled pussy.

“I've always wondered what it would be like to have a fellow trumpet player eat me,” she said. “Let's see what you can do with those trained lips and tongue.”

Not being one to decline such an invitation, I gave her head, my tongue picking up where her fingers had left off. This was a tongue job she would never forget. I licked with broad, firm strokes, then switched to flicking movements. But I couldn't do that too much, or she'd go off. In just a few minutes she was begging me to let her come.