Letters to Penthouse V

by Letters to Penthouse V- The Ways of Sexual Pleasure (epub)

  When I was home on leave, I called her to let her know I was in town. She sounded happy to hear from me, and we agreed upon a time for me to drop by and visit her. When I arrived at her apartment, she was just getting home from work. She wore a summer dress and white stockings. I sat on her couch and she sat on an adjacent love seat.

  She kicked off her high heels and put her feet up on the coffee table, which gave me an excellent view up those fantastic legs almost all the way to her panties. This was enough to bolster my confidence. The conversation soon turned to sex and the magazine I had sent her. At this point she went to her desk and took it out.

  As we flipped through the pages, I could see she was getting really turned on. I asked her if she was interested in repeating our sexual encounter of a few years past. She readily agreed, then got up and led me to her bedroom, where she began undressing for me.

  She removed her dress, bra and stockings, and lay down on the bed, magazine in hand. I knelt down between her legs and began kissing the insides of her thighs. I noticed a wet spot forming on her panties. After leisurely kissing her through her panties and enjoying her scent, I reached for her panties to pull them off. She lifted her hips and helped me remove them. With her panties gone, I settled into a comfortable pussy-eating position. I was ready to provide some serious tonguing.

  I began by slowly licking along the entire length of her outer lips. While I was doing this, she continued to look at the magazine. I next turned my attention to her inner lips, which were wet, red and swollen. Her sex was fully exposed. I licked my way up inside her and tasted that delicious box I remembered so well. I had told Trisha several times in the past that she had the nicest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of going down on. Soon she was completely drenched. I pushed my tongue as far into her as I could, licking her slick inner walls.

  I then turned my attention to her swollen clit. I took the sensitive nub of flesh into my mouth, pressing it lightly between my tongue and my upper lip. She began to squirm around on the bed. She found she couldn’t pay attention to both things at once, so she put the magazine down. I was sucking her clit and applying a slight tugging action with my mouth and a slow circular action with my tongue when she asked, “Do you want me to come?” I told her that I did. She then asked, “Now?” I answered by increasing the pressure slightly and speeding up my tongue action. I watched her stomach and leg muscles twitch and flutter. She then arched her back, threw her head back and grabbed my head as I ate her to her first orgasm. Her box spasmed and a trickle of warm liquid flowed into my mouth. Throughout her orgasm she bucked and writhed around on the bed. I kept my lips sealed around her clit as her orgasm washed over her.

  While she was calming down, I flicked my tongue across her clit and watched her body jerk in response. This, in turn, would cause her to clamp her thighs around my head. I let her catch her breath for a moment, then I pushed her legs apart and once again dove tongue-first into her hot, wet cunt. She asked me if I wanted a towel to wipe some of her juices off my face. “No way!” I said. I then pressed my face deeper into her snatch, swirling my tongue around inside her.

  She asked if we were going to do this again. I just told her to lie back and relax—round two had begun. After a few minutes she groaned, “Oh, shit,” as she exploded in her second orgasm. Her fluids now covered my face, as well as her entire bush. The excess ran down her ass-cheeks and soaked the bed sheets.

  After cleaning her off with my tongue, I asked her to get on her hands and knees. She did so and pushed her pussy into my face. Just then some more of her juice flowed into my mouth. I drank down every drop!

  She asked me if I wanted to jack off. Although I have wanted to masturbate in front of her for a while, and would have jumped at the chance at any other time, this night I had something else in mind. I told her that I needed to come, but that I wanted to come inside her. She said she was afraid my dick might be too big for her. I told her she was wet enough for any dick.

  With that I unbuckled my pants and let them fall. They hadn’t even passed my knees before I was rubbing the head against her soaked slit. After getting the tip lubricated, I eased it into her velvety hole. She was incredibly tight and so wet. She felt great!

  I pushed into her slowly, letting her get used to my cock. After seeing no signs of discomfort, I began picking up the pace of my fucking. Before long I was slamming back and forth into what has to be the best feeling, best tasting, best looking pussy in the world. To top it off, she looked over her shoulder and said, “You’ve been wanting to do this for years, haven’t you?” I couldn’t have answered if I’d tried!

  She really must have wanted this to be special, because she told me she was anything but a passive fuck. She moved her hips and used her inner muscles so well that she had me ready to come in no time. Long before I wanted to, I shot a huge, never-ending load into her gripping, spasming pussy. The intensity was indescribable! I came so hard and for so long, she had to ask me if I was all right! All I could do was smile and continue flexing my dick within her tight confines. I wanted every drop inside that gold mine of hers!

  As I started to soften, my dick slowly began to slide out of her pussy until it plopped against my thigh, coated with our juices. Her lips were swollen and red. She turned to look at my dick and just stared at it in awe. I told her that I knew she could handle it, and she just smiled.

  She hurried into the bathroom to catch the flood of fluids coming out of her before anything else got soaked. Was it good? Hell, yes! Was it worth the wait? Fuck, yes!

  Now I’m hoping I won’t have to wait as long for the next time! Wish me luck.—T.C., Fort Worth, Texas

  MARINE EXPLORES VIRGIN TERRITORY, FINDS IT’S WELL WORTH THE WAIT

  I’m a United States Marine, and I’ve served in the Corps for four years. I’m currently home on leave after a particularly long twelve months overseas.

  I hadn’t been in town for over an hour when I ran into an exgirlfriend from high school whom I hadn’t seen in more than three years. Alicia looked better than ever, and I felt those old lustful feelings stirring in my cock. In all my life, no one had been able to turn me on the way she could. But no woman had ever turned me down as often as she had. After five years of dating her on and off, I had never once made love to her. As a matter of fact, the last time she turned me down (three years ago), she told me she was still a virgin.

  We talked casually for a while, catching up on each other’s life, and then she invited me over for dinner. After a moment of thought, I accepted.

  As I showered that evening, I began to think about our last date. We had danced and drank, and ended up back at her place. After making out on her couch for a while, we were both raging with lust.

  I still remember the smoothness of her breasts as I kneaded them in my hands. Her firm nipples stood up proud and erect, quivering at my every kiss. Her scent filled my nostrils as I tongued her cunt with wild abandon. She screamed in ecstasy as I brought her to orgasm with my eager tongue.

  I also remember that anguishing moment—my prick was nestled against her golden bush, poised for the thrust that would send it into bliss—when she said, “Stop!” Of course, I respected her wishes.

  Even the memory was too much, and I masturbated to relieve my aching cock. I told myself I didn’t want to let that happen again.

  I arrived at Alicia’s house at seven, flowers in one hand, wine in the other. When she opened the door, I nearly dropped them both. She had clearly pulled out all the stops tonight.

  Alicia stood in the doorway, her five-foot-two-inch frame stuffed into a denim miniskirt that accentuated her beautifully curved hips. Her white cotton shirt was cut low enough to reveal a hint of her firm tits, and her smile was enough to launch a thousand ships.

  Dinner was perfect. She had prepared a feast fit for a king. But my appetite was reserved for my dinner companion. After we finished our meal, we retired to the den, where she had a cozy fire burning. The wine flowed freely along with the conver
sation. We reminisced about school, old friends and of our many escapades. I accidentally mentioned our last date, and we both got quiet and looked into each other’s eyes. Unable to control myself, I leaned over to kiss her.

  She was tense at first, but as our kiss became more passionate I felt her melt into my arms. As our tongues intertwined, reacquainting themselves, she let out a moan of pleasure. Our hands began roaming over each other’s body, removing clothing on the way.

  Soon I was completely naked, and she was down to a pair of red satin panties. Tufts of her golden pubic hair stuck out the sides. As we broke our kiss, she whispered in my ear, telling me how much she had missed me. Then she kissed her way down to my swollen cock.

  Starting at the tip, she licked down to the base and then back up. When she reached the top, she parted her lips and, ever so slowly, took my pole into her mouth. She let her mouth sink slowly down, not stopping until she reached the bottom. My cock was buried completely in her throat, and it felt wonderful. She moaned softly, sending tingles down my cock and through my whole body. Slowly at first, but gradually increasing the pace, she fucked my cock with her warm, wet mouth. On each stroke she went all the way to the tip before sinking back down to the base of my shaft.

  She fondled my balls with one hand while deep-throating my tool like a pro. I felt my come boiling up inside me, and in an instant my cock exploded, shooting a huge load of love juice down her throat. Alicia didn’t spill a drop, but swallowed it all.

  She let my spent love-stick slide out of her mouth, and sat up beside me. I gave her a long, hard kiss before I began my descent to the promised land.

  I caressed her firm breasts, and her nipples stood at attention under my skilled touch. I peeled off her panties to reveal the treasure that I had been chasing for so long. I kissed my way up her tan legs to her waiting love-box.

  My probing tongue sought out and found her clit. I licked it fervently and sucked it into my mouth. She moaned and squirmed on the couch. Her legs wrapped around my head, pulling me closer against her clit, and she shuddered as an intense orgasm overwhelmed her.

  When her orgasm subsided, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Laying her gently on the bed, I kissed my way up her body, stopping momentarily to again savor her plentiful breasts.

  I positioned the head of my rock-hard cock at the opening of her cunt, preparing to claim her hole. Then I suddenly stopped. I searched her face for a sign, and asked her if she wanted it. She responded by wrapping her legs around me and drawing me into heaven.

  My cock eased into the tightest hole I had ever felt. We had passed the telltale barrier of her virginity and reached the point of no return.

  I began thrusting at a slow, easy pace, allowing her to get used to the sensation of my cock in her virgin hole. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure roaring through my cock as her tight cunt milked my rigid shaft.

  I picked up the pace when she repeatedly moaned, “Fuck me harder!” As I pumped her faster, her ranting grew louder until she was screaming incoherently.

  I was fast approaching the point of no return when her orgasm hit like a freight train. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed my name. This triggered my own orgasm, unleashing an endless torrent of come.

  Our passion spent, we lay alongside each other, breathing heavily from the exertion. I looked into her eyes and knew this was where I wanted to spend the rest of my days (and nights). We’re getting married next week.—R. T., Tulsa, Oklahoma

  Different Strokes

  HE LOOKS JUST LIKE A WOMAN, BUT HE MAKES LOVE LIKE A REAL HE-MAN

  My husband Frankie is a sissy, and I love it. We met in beauty school and, after graduation, opened our own shop. It is one of the most popular salons in town. We now have seven people cutting hair, plus four other men and women who do nails and facials.

  It was during our junior year of school that Frankie and I became involved. We practiced on each other—and I don’t just mean our haircutting skills. To my surprise, even though Frankie was as effeminate as any woman I’d ever met, he fucked like a stud. I would tell him how hot he looked and how turned on I was, and he would slip me the meat for hours. I used to laugh when I heard women complain that their big, macho boyfriends could only fuck for two minutes and could never bring them to orgasm. My sweet little Frankie spoiled my pussy rotten.

  The first day we fucked, we’d been practicing women’s makeovers. Frankie did me first, and received a B for his grade. Then it was my turn to do him. I took extra care making him look like a really pretty woman. When I was done, I got an A+. Best of all, Frankie and I went out to dinner after class, and no one even suspected he was a man.

  On the way to his place, he told me how sexy he felt in the dress I’d selected for him. When we got there, we were so hot, we made love right away. The next morning we went clothes shopping and bought Frankie a whole feminine wardrobe. I coached him on his walk and talk, and how to be ladylike. We had the greatest times going out and watching guys try to pick him up. After a night of teasing all the boys, we’d run to his place and jump into bed. I’d suck Frankie’s prick for as long as it took to gobble down his thick, creamy load.

  The last week of school, my roommate’s brother Gregg came to see her. Frankie walked in, dressed like a woman, and Gregg was immediately interested. Frankie and I decided to have some fun, and kissed each other full on the lips in front of Gregg. We told Gregg I was bisexual, and that I wanted to have a threesome with him and Frankie—whom I’d been calling “Peggy” in front of Gregg.

  Gregg was immediately interested, and we went to Frankie’s apartment. I kissed Gregg long and wet on the mouth, and asked him to strip me. When I was naked, I told him to lay back and watch “Peggy” eat my pussy. Frankie got between my legs and bathed the folds of my cunt with his tongue. He sucked on my clit and fingered my hole until I was writhing and squealing with orgasm.

  After I’d come, I crawled over to Gregg and took his cock into my mouth. He watched and cheered me on as I sucked Gregg’s hard dick and played with his balls. When he started to spasm, I opened wide and took his load down my throat.

  Now that he’d come, Gregg wanted to know why “Peggy” was still fully dressed. Frankie said something about being too tired to fuck him. Then I said I was tired too, so Gregg left. Frankie and I had a god laugh over this. He immediately stripped and slipped his steak into me from behind, frigging my clit as he drove into me doggie-style. “Feel my cock!” he said over and over again in his cute little girlie voice. It had been pretty interesting sucking Gregg’s cock, but feeling Frankie’s dick inside me that afternoon convinced me that he would always be the one for me.

  To this day, our biggest turn-on is getting Frankie all decked out like a woman. We have a special harness to hold his penis snug against his body. I tuck in his dick, then he slips into pantyhose, a bra, a dress and shoes. We go out and flirt with men all night long, then return home and fuck and suck until the sun comes up and our cock and pussy are numb.

  I love my sissy-boy Frankie more than I’ve ever loved anyone else. He may look like the total woman, but to me, he’s all man.—S.W., Indianapolis, Indiana

  LAWN-LOVING VIXEN HAS NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR BEGGING FOR MOWER

  I am in my forties, and my wife Lena is in her thirties. I was recently unemployed for nine months, and was driving my family crazy. A young couple, Barry and Victoria, moved in next door to us. Although they were very nice, I didn’t think we would have much in common. They are both in their early twenties and travel with a much younger crowd.

  It all started in early July when I was cutting the lawn on our riding mower. Barry was trimming the hedges between our houses. As had become our custom, we stopped and talked for a while. Then out of the blue, Barry asked if Lena ever cut our lawn with the riding mower. I said, “No,” because that was a job I always did.

  Without a word, Barry pointed across his property to his wife. Victoria was riding their mower in a halter top and shorts, which revea
led almost all of her ample figure. It occurred to me that for a woman who was doing a monotonous, time-consuming chore, she had a big smile on her face.

  Without mincing words, Barry said, “Victoria gets off while cutting the lawn. She never lets me do it. I’ll bet she’s coming for the third time already.”

  I didn’t know how to respond, but I didn’t have to. Barry just kept talking. “Watch her for a while and you’ll see what I mean,” he said. “It’s great. When she’s finished with the lawn, she’ll be so horny we’ll have to spend the rest of the afternoon in bed.”

  My skepticism got the best of me, and I told him so. “That’s awfully hard to believe,” I said. “In fact, it sounds like the biggest line of bull I’ve ever heard.”

  “Suit yourself,” he said. “But if you hear a woman’s voice screaming, ‘Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!’ coming from my house tonight, just know it ain’t no videotape.”

  I still thought Barry was telling me a tall tale, but I finally admitted to him that he had piqued my curiosity. In order to prove his point, when Victoria finished the lawn, he called her over to talk with us for a minute. As she walked over in her tiny little outfit, her tits practically popping out for all the world to see, he told me to pay particular attention to the crotch of her shorts.

  Indeed I did, and saw that the material was darkened by considerable moisture. When Victoria headed back into the house, swaying her tight buns like a cheerleader, Barry said, “That was pussy juice. Nectar of the gods.” With that, he followed his wife inside, calling over his shoulder to me, “See you tomorrow!”

  With a cock hard enough to do chin-ups on, I went back to my work, still thinking of Victoria. While trimming my side of the hedges a little while later, I could hear moans and groans of joy coming from their bedroom, and knew Barry had been telling the truth.