Letters to Penthouse XXXVI (7 page)

Afterward, lying in bed, I thanked her for the wonderful birthday gift.

“That wasn’t your gift,” she said. “You’ll get that tomorrow.” Then she smiled mysteriously, rolled onto her side, and fell
asleep.

The next day, Dorothy begged off going to the beach, claiming that she needed to catch up on her sleep, so I headed out alone
with a book and a towel. I lazed away the next few hours reading and riding the waves. At about one o’clock, I headed back
to the house. I noticed that the back door was open. Knowing that I had locked it when I left, I assumed Dorothy was out of
bed at last. I was wrong. She was not only still in bed, but enjoying herself quite a bit. I froze outside the half-opened
door and gazed at the sight of our orange-haired neighbor kneeling between Dorothy’s splayed legs with her head buried in
my wife’s crotch. It was like I had walked into my secret fantasy!

I watched from the doorway in amazement. Dorothy’s left hand cupped the back of the girl’s head, drawing her in closer. I
could clearly hear the wet slurping sounds of the girl’s tongue gently lapping at my wife’s pussy. It was a kittenish sound,
punctuated by the sharper moans of my wife. Immediately my cock began to harden in my still-wet bathing trunks. Dorothy’s
eyes glanced up over the girl’s head and met mine. Her look told me that it would be okay to enter, so I did, closing the
door gently behind me and taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

Dorothy’s long, tapered legs wrapped around the girl’s shoulders as she sighed and groaned. The girl was slipping her tongue
over the engorged nub of her clit while simultaneously sluicing her index finger into her cunt.

Moaning, my wife opened her legs even wider to give the girl easier access to her glistening cunt. She thrust her loins upward,
ramming her pussy more firmly against the pink tongue that was swishing madly across her outer lips, then dipping deep into
her hole.

“Oh! God! I’m coming!” my wife cried out, grabbing the girl’s head with both of her hands and humping her face. Sweat gleamed
on Dorothy’s perky tits, her legs clenched and unclenched, her toes curled as she reveled in what was a seemingly endless
orgasm.

By this time I was openly stroking the front of my pants, my boner straining against the material. The girl pulled back and
rested on her haunches, running a finger across her moist lips. Shyly, she glanced at me and I smiled back at her. Clearly,
Dorothy had set this all up for my benefit, and I wanted to let all parties involved know how much I appreciated it.

“Now it’s your turn, Jodie,” Dorothy said as she struggled to catch her breath.

Jodie stood up. She was topless and her breasts were a sight to behold. Her narrow waist and flat belly seemed to be in direct
contrast to the voluptuousness of her breasts. Her skin was tanned the color of cinnamon, and when she pulled off her blue
thong panties, I could see a thin line of dark brown pubic hair flaring from the tip of her pussy.

Dorothy rose and took the girl in her arms and kissed her on the lips. Their two naked bodies—my wife’s taller and slimmer,
her skin a soft white, Jodie’s shorter and browner—seemed designed by some artist. Dorothy slipped her hands down over Jodie’s
tits and gently kneaded the nipples into stiff little points. Then she drew Jodie onto the bed and the two of them rolled
against each other, their legs entwining, hips grinding together, mouths still locked in a kiss. Dorothy began to pepper kisses
all over Jodie’s tits, then trailed her tongue down the girl’s smooth stomach. She caressed the soft pussy lips with her fingers,
then licked the damp petals. Breathing heavily, eyes shut tightly, Jodie reached out and grabbed hold of the bedposts as if
to station herself on the mattress.

My cock was aching for release by then. The sight of those two luscious women in the throes of lust made it impossible to
keep my rod under wraps. I yanked off my trunks and began openly masturbating right there at the side of the bed. Neither
woman seemed to care or even notice me at all.

My wife positioned herself lower on the bed. Now her sweet rounded ass was in my face and Jodie’s shapely legs were wrapped
around her neck. Jodie was nearing climax, and I was close to standing up and shoving my cock into Dorothy’s proffered cunt,
but I held off, waiting to see Jodie’s expression when she came.

Dorothy’s lips fluttered all over Jodie’s mound, sucking and nipping at the pink flaps, her tongue swishing back and forth,
up and down, then dipping deep into the girl’s pussy to lap up her juices.

“Yes! Yes! Tongue-fuck my pussy!” Jodie cried.

“I’ll do better than that,” said Dorothy, reaching for something on the nightstand. To my utter astonishment, she began to
lace a strap-on dildo around her hips. I couldn’t believe it. There was my sweet, innocent-as-apple-pie wife hovering over
another woman with a thick eight-inch dildo jutting from her hips. I almost came right then and there.

Jodie stared at the thick dildo looming above her quivering pussy. “Oh, God, yes!” she said, nearly giggling with excitement.
“Fuck me hard!”

Dorothy brought the tip down against Jodie’s pussy and with a smooth thrust buried the latex toy halfway inside her. Jodie
moaned loudly, humping her loins up as if to inhale more of the dildo into her hungry channel.

“Oh, I knew you’d like it!” said Dorothy, lowering her head to suck on Jodie’s tits as she drove another inch of the dildo
into her.

“Yeah… God! I’m coming!” cried Jodie.

She tensed for a few seconds, then released a wild torrent of motion and lustful cries as her body thrashed beneath the quickening
strokes of the dildo. Dorothy plowed into her long and hard, tilting the angle so that every thrust brushed the girl’s clit
and sent further shudders of erotic joy throughout her body.

As the girl climaxed again and again, I quickly moved up behind my wife. “Just keep fucking that little pussy,” I said. Dorothy
glanced back, focusing on my erection with gratitude and desire. I stood at the foot of the bed with my cock at the right
height to enter my wife’s swaying cunt. I steadied her with my hands on her hips and then penetrated her to the hilt. Her
pussy had never felt so hot and inviting, and the urge to ejaculate was almost too much to control. I pumped in and out of
her a few times without realizing that Jodie had slid out from under Dorothy and was in the process of removing the strap-on
harness from my wife and placing it on herself.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good,” said Dorothy, glancing back at me. “But let Jodie do me now.”

I glanced over at the orange-haired girl. Suddenly I thought nothing in the world could possibly be sexier than watching my
wife getting fucked by this dildo-wearing beauty. Jodie stood behind her, stroking the phallus as if she had been born with
it. I moved back to my original seat, but Dorothy quickly motioned me onto the bed. Soon I was lying with my hands tangled
in her long blonde hair as she brought my hardened flesh into her cozy mouth. At the same time, Jodie shunted the full length
of the juicy dildo up into my wife and started to pound away. With every thrust Dorothy’s eyes widened like saucers as she
sucked at my root, her left hand pumping at the base of my shaft.

Dorothy moaned loudly and I could tell that she was firmly in the grip of another orgasm. As her suctioning mouth squeezed
around my flesh, I felt my balls swell and tighten. When I came it was like I had shot a rocket from my toes. Dorothy’s expression
was one of pure erotic bliss as she sucked every drop of semen out of me. Finally she fell forward, panting loudly, shaking
her head and waving Jodie off. The orange-haired girl pulled out with an obscene squeaky-wet plop and collapsed onto the bed
next to us. All three of us rested in the humid heat of our sweaty, sex-sated bodies.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Dorothy said, cuddling up in my arms. “I hope you liked your gift as much as I did.”

I smiled broadly. “I can’t wait until my fortieth,” I said.

—Mr. M.D., Wisconsin

There’s something really exciting about getting a surprise package in the mail—I’m sure most people would agree with me on
that point. The other day, the UPS guy rang my doorbell and handed me a box wrapped in brown paper. My heart started to flutter
and then I realized that it was just a sweater I’d ordered from a catalog and then promptly forgotten about. Not quite what
I was hoping for, but it did spark the following fantasy:

It was my birthday, and other than a few phone calls, it had been a mostly uneventful day. Then, at about 8:00 p.m., the doorbell
rang. When I answered it, I found two deliverymen standing there with a very large box. One handed me a clipboard to sign
while the other asked where I wanted it. Since I had no idea what the box contained, I told them to put it in the foyer.

I opened the attached card and saw that it was from my best friend, Lauren. Since she knows me better than anyone else in
the world, I knew the gift would be something really cool. Quickly, I began opening the box, and as I did, I was sure that
I felt it move. Nevertheless, I kept ripping and tearing at it, and felt something move again. I peeked in cautiously and
roared with laughter. It was a naked man! Now I ripped the box wide open, impatient to get at my gift. Not only was it a man,
it was a good-looking one, with his hands bound behind him, a gag in his mouth, and a piece of paper taped to his butt. I
grabbed it and read:

“I am Greg, your sex slave. I am yours until midnight for your pleasure. Do with me as you wish.”

I looked at the clock and noticed that it was already almost nine o’clock, which left me three hours to play. I wondered where
I should start. Greg’s large cock looked good enough to eat. But my pussy was tingling by then, and I decided that since he
was my slave, if anyone was going to be doing any eating, it should be him. So I told Greg to get on his knees so that I could
undo the fastenings of his gag. Greg breathed a sigh of relief at having the rubber ball removed from his mouth, so I reminded
him who was in charge.

“Did I say you could make any noise?” I asked. Greg lowered his eyes to the floor, a penitent look on his face. “I didn’t
think so. Now come here and remove my panties with your teeth.”

I’d been changing when the doorbell rang, so I was dressed in my skirt and blouse, but no pantyhose. So I hiked the skirt
around my waist and let Greg do the rest. Still on his knees, he grasped the elastic that ran from the front of my thong to
the tiny triangle in back with his teeth and tugged. Inch by inch, he dragged my panties over my thighs and then down my calves
until they lay on the floor.

I sat down then, my bare ass cheeks resting at the edge of the couch. Spreading my thighs, I pointed to my cunt. “Eat me.”

Greg got between my legs, lowered his face to my pussy, and began administering some of the best cunnilingus that I had ever
received. First he laved my inner thighs up to my hairless outer labia and then my inner lips. These were sucked on for a
moment, each in turn, and then painted with long swipes of his tongue. I sighed my approval as he moved closer to my center
and found my erect clit.

As Greg lashed at my clitoris, my juices leaked from my pussy, ran down the crack of my ass and seeped into the couch. I wanted
more from him and kept yelling, “Harder! Harder!” until I realized that he couldn’t use his hands because they were bound
behind him. Since I didn’t want to stop and untie him, I reached down and peeled back my pussy lips myself, thus exposing
all of my sex to his mouth.

Now he alternated between flicking at my clitoris and taking long laps of my pussy with the flat of his tongue. Then he made
his tongue into a point and fucked my little hole. I threw back my head and moaned, bucking my hips up against his face. I
began pinching my nipples through my blouse and bra to send shock waves down to my cunt. Finally, I grabbed the back of Greg’s
head and held him against me as my orgasm exploded. He kept on licking until I had to push him away, my pussy now too sensitive
to touch.

I stood up, but Greg remained where he was on the floor, his hands bound behind him as he waited for my next command. “Pretty
good, slave,” I said, walking around him to untie his bonds. “You know how to use that tongue of yours. Now let’s see what
you can do with your cock. Undress me.”

Greg unbuttoned my blouse and hung it neatly over the back of a side chair. The same went for my skirt. Once my bra was folded
and set aside, I turned around and bent over the arm of the couch, offering him my pussy from behind. “One more thing,” I
said before he got started. “You don’t come unless I say so.”

I got no argument at that; in fact, Greg hadn’t said a word since I’d opened his box. Instead, his hands took hold of my waist
and his cockhead prodded my cunt. I leaned back into him, so wet that my pussy swallowed his length with ease. When I felt
his balls squash against my upper thighs, I glanced around and caught his eye, and then I barked out a command. “Fuck me—hard.”
I was definitely getting used to this dominant thing.