Letters to Penthouse XXII (14 page)

I lifted the skirt and slid my hand between her smooth moons. Her bald cunt was already oozing, and she pulled my finger up to her clitoris. We rubbed it together until she was breathing in short bursts, humping my hand until she came. Not satisfied with just one orgasm, she continued to ride my fingers. I slipped my other hand inside her bikini top and fondled both her rock-hard nipples in turn.

Denise gripped the hand I had between her thighs and panted: “More! More! More!”

The intense beat of the house music blasting through the club gave Denise her rhythm, and she brought herself to a number of orgasms. My cock was dying for some attention. She reached back, unzipped me and stroked the throbbing length of my prick.

“You think anyone can see us?” she whispered as she jerked my rope. I looked around and saw that, indeed, quite a few people had their eyes fixed on us.

“Everyone’s watching,” I assured her.

“Good,” she said. With that, she undid her bikini top and let it fall to the floor at her feet. Her tits, a pair of round thirty-seven-inchers, flopped up and down as she shimmied against me.

Suddenly she turned around to face me. “Fuck my mouth,” she said, licking her lips.

The sight of her in the nightclub, bare-breasted in front of all these college students, made my cock swell bigger than ever before. Denise dropped to her knees and worked her mouth around the shaft and began to eat me slowly, while massaging my balls gently with her hand. The deep, long sucks of her expert mouth had my cock pulsing feverishly. I knew I wouldn’t last long getting blown like this, and told her I wanted to fuck her before I came.

Denise stood up and bent over the railing. I lifted her skirt from behind, exposing her beautiful ass. I spread her cheeks, giving the people behind us a great view of her tight, round anus. Reaching between her legs, she guided my throbbing shaft into her tunnel. I stood behind her, fucking her with slow, deep thrusts. She held onto the railing with one hand and rubbed her steamed-up clit with the other.

We fucked to the beat of the music, knowing that everyone around us was getting hotter and hotter thanks to what we were doing. The music was incredibly loud, but I could still hear Denise’s screams of “Fuck my pussy! I want that hard cock!”

I couldn’t hold back my orgasm any longer and felt the hot jets of spunk blast off inside Denise. She stayed very still against the railing, her pussy contracting as my cock throbbed out its load. We were ready for more, but she insisted we go out to our van to continue. We got our clothes together and left the club to the scattered applause of everyone who’d watched us getting it on.

Once we were comfortably nestled in the padded back of the van, Denise pulled her skirt up around her waist and exposed her pussy for me. I watched, feeling my cock harden again as she spread her juicy pink fuck-lips and slid two fingers into her gash. She knew how much this turned me on, and let me watch while she made herself come no fewer than three times.

“Eat me now, baby,” she said. “Lick your come out of my cunt.”

I didn’t need to be told twice, and buried my tongue deep in her sopping, well-fucked slit. I gave her swollen clit a workout with my tongue and slid two fingers in and out of her moist fuck-hole. She was writhing and moaning in ecstasy when I happened to notice there were several people standing outside our van, watching our every move.

Urged on by their interest, I ate Denise’s pussy until she came again. Then I drove her wild by fucking her with just the head of my cock. She kept arching her back and thrusting her hungry pussy at me, trying to get me to insert my meat all the way in her.

She was dripping and squealing, much to the delight of the spectators, who now numbered in the dozens. When she saw that we were bring watched, she grabbed my cock and rubbed the head back and forth over her clit, until she was practically weeping with what she later told me was the greatest orgasm of her life.

Again we received hearty applause from the college students, who greatly appreciated the free show we’d given them. Knowing they’d all soon be off fucking each other silly was enough to keep my cock hard for the entire drive back to our hotel.

But Denise was too hot to cool down. In the bumper-to-bumper traffic, she played with her pussy, delighting the partiers in the vehicles beside us. We finally made it back to the hotel, but were so aroused, we fucked right in the parking lot, against the cool metal of the van.

We’ve been to Florida during spring break many times since, but that first time was the best ever.

—
N.T., Austin, Texas

THE SUPER IS IN

I was just moving into a new apartment after a nasty breakup with my boyfriend.

The day I arrived, the super was doing last-minute touch-ups on the paint. He introduced himself as Gary. As I was carrying some things into the bedroom, I glanced at him up on the ladder and thought what a great ass he had. He apologized for the apartment not being ready. I told him it was no problem because I had to go to work anyway and wouldn’t be able to settle in until a few hours later.

It had been over a week since I’d gotten laid, and I left the building wondering what Gary might look like naked. When I returned, he was hooking up my washer and dryer. He looked hot and sweaty, so I offered him a beer. He accepted gladly, and we sat on the couch getting acquainted.

After a while I started unpacking boxes. I hadn’t labeled anything, so I didn’t know what was in each box. As luck would have it, the first one I opened contained my vibrator. Gary saw it right away. It was so embarrassing! But he said he liked it when a girl knew how to please herself. I thought how great it would be to have someone watch me fuck myself with the vibrator, and asked Gary if he would like to see me do it.

He was more than willing. I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he wanted it as much as I did. I was dripping wet just thinking about it. He followed me to the bedroom and kissed my neck. I thought I was going to come right away.

I was so wet, honey was dripping down my legs. I slipped off my G-string and lay down on the floor, spreading my legs wide so Gary could get a good view. I started by rubbing my clit with my finger, then slid the vibrator all the way up my drooling pussy. By that time Gary couldn’t contain himself. He slid his pants off and planted his throbbing cock in my mouth. I couldn’t believe how hard it was.

I started sucking really fast, continuing to thrust the vibrator in and out of my well. I worked the device faster and faster, knowing I was going to come soon. Gary lay between my legs, darting his tongue against my engorged clit. I sucked away at his cock while he tongue-fucked my mouth. His balls rode up tight in his scrotum, and I knew his orgasm was as close as mine. I stroked his cock and deep-throated it.

“Now!” Gary cried out. “Here it comes!” And he shot his wad in my mouth. Soon I came too, my whole body trembling from the force of my climax. I let his spunk balloon in my cheeks, then swallowed it all. He tasted so good.

Gary didn’t finish his work in the apartment that afternoon, and I didn’t get around to unpacking the rest of my boxes for a couple of days. We spent all that time having sex.

My stud super (or should I say “super stud”?) still comes over every few days—to make sure my plumbing is in working order, he says. How lucky can a girl be?

—
P.R., Portland, Oregon

MONA MAKES MONEY

I’d like to tell you about the wildest vacation my wife Mona and I ever had. It was also the first time that we ever tried a threesome.

We had decided to leave the kids behind and spend a week at a beach town in California. We had only been there a couple of days when I had my wallet stolen, along with half our vacation money. Mona had the other half, so we weren’t totally broke, but it looked like we were going to have to cut our vacation short.

We were sitting at a little bar, getting blitzed on wine coolers and bemoaning the fact that we were probably going to have to leave, when Mona joked that maybe she could solve our money problems by turning a trick or two. We both laughed, and then I suggested that she could probably make enough as a topless dancer, with her really nice tits. When I said this her eyes brightened, and she said that really wouldn’t be such a bad idea. This bad always been a turn-on fantasy of mine, and Mona knew it. I also fantasized about swinging with others, and I knew that one of Mona’s secret desires was to have a threesome with another man.

Up until now these had been just fantasies, but now we were in a strange place and no one knew us. We were both thinking about this, and as the wine began to get to us we got a little bolder. I told her that it really would be a turn-on to watch her up on stage, acting like a wanton slut in front of a lot of horny guys. She looked me straight in the eye and said, “Let’s do it.” A surge of sexual desire shot through me like electricity.

We paid our tab and left the bar. We drove past several topless places, trying to get up the courage to go inside. It was still early in the afternoon, and the bars weren’t doing much business yet. We finally parked in front of the nicest-looking place and went inside. It was very dark in there, but we found our way to the bar and sat down. The bargirl asked us if we wanted a drink, and we ordered. When she came back with our drinks she asked, with a sly smile, if Mona worked there. Mona said no, but she was thinking about it. The girl said that they were in need of dancers, and that she could take her back to meet the manager. Mona left me behind and disappeared with the bargirl, whom I suspected was also a dancer.

After a few minutes the girl reappeared and told me that Mona was filling out an application and would be back in about half an hour. After what seemed like an eternity my wife reappeared with another girl. They were both giggling. Mona sat down and told me that she was now employed, and that it was the first time she had ever taken her clothes off in front of another man. It seems that Bruce, the manager, had wanted to see her tits and legs. That was all that had happened, she reassured me. She was to start that night, and she had to get her dance numbers together. She asked me to run back to the motel and get some of her black lace panties and her bathing suit bottoms.

When I returned, Mona was sitting at a table with several other girls. I sat down and she introduced us. We then found another table and had a round of drinks as the place began to fill up with customers. The girls began doing their numbers, and as I watched each of them strip down to her panties I began to get so turned on that I was almost fainting with hominess.

The thought of seeing my wife up there doing the same thing was really getting me aroused. I could see that Mona was also getting turned on, and a little drunk too. Finally it was time for her to get ready, and she headed for the dressing room. By then the place was so crowded that some guys who had come in together asked if they could share my table.

When Mona came on stage, this big burly fellow sitting next to me made a few comments about what a good-looking cunt she was, which gave me a thrill. She was wearing a partially buttoned white blouse with the tails tied at her waist calypso-style, and one of her bathing suit bottoms. At first she was a bit nervous, but as the music played on I could see that she was getting into the swing of things. When she got to the end of the first song she had her blouse buttons open. She swayed to the music as the second number came on, and began to untie the blouse. A cheer went up from the crowd of guys. When her shirt fell to the floor someone grabbed for it. Mona didn’t notice, and continued to dance. When her dance was over she got a big round of applause, and several guys got up and stuffed some bills into her bathing shorts.

As she became aware that her shirt was missing, the guy who had grabbed it stood up and waved it at her. She came down from the stage, grinning from ear to ear, and made her way over to his table. As she reached for the shirt he pinched her ass. Then he tipped her and asked if he could buy her a drink. She motioned to him to wait and made her way over to where I was sitting. She had to squeeze through the crowd, and a lot of the guys felt her ass or stuffed a bill down her shorts as she passed by. When she got to me she planted a wet kiss on my lips and asked if I liked the show. “You bet!” I said with a smile. I pulled out one of our last five-dollar bills and stuffed it down the front of her shorts.

“Hey, buddy,” the guy next to me said, “pass her to me when you’re through!” Mona gave him a grin and sashayed over to him. He pulled out a five and reached for her shorts, pulling them away from her belly and stuffing the bill as deep down her crotch as he could. I told him he ought to buy her a drink for that, and he said that he would. Mona sat in his lap like she had been doing this kind of thing for years. It was really crazy, knowing that no one but she and I knew that she was my wife.

This guy introduced himself as Carl, and said he worked on a seagoing dredge and rarely got into town. As I watched the other dancers perform, I glanced over my shoulder from time to time at Mona and Carl. Mona was still sitting on his lap, and Carl’s hands were wandering all over her.

Mona danced three more times that night, and after each dance Carl would buy her another drink. Later on, when she and I went back to the hotel room, we didn’t even take time to count the cash that Mona had made. We were too busy fucking the daylights out of each other.

The next morning we were both feeling a little remorseful, but when we counted the money and found that Mona had made a couple hundred dollars, we began to feel a lot better. Mona wasn’t due back at the bar until four o’clock. After we made love again, I asked her what had happened with Carl. As she told me how he had propositioned her and spent the whole night feeling her tits and fingering her, I began to get so turned on that my rod stood straight up while I lay there on the bed. She leaned down over me with her tits swaying and gently kissed my dick. “Save that for tonight,” she said.

Later we drove to a lingerie shop and Mona bought a G-string. That night I sat at the same table and watched Mona, who seemed to get hotter and more seductive with each dance. She was also getting bolder, and at one point she even danced on a table full of construction workers. After each set it took longer for her to make her way back to my table.