Letters to Penthouse XVII

by Penthouse International

  This state of things persisted for several years after college, until I started working as a custodian at a grade school. There I befriended one of the most incredible people I had ever met. Donna was a first-grade teacher with a heart as big as the world. Everyone said that she was a great teacher, who always put kids first. She was also beautiful, personable and incredibly sexy.

  Because she often worked after hours, we ran into each other a lot, and eventually developed quite a relationship. I would stop by for conversation, and would walk her to her car every night. We soon became like best friends. She confided to me that her husband, whom she had married two years before, had developed into a loveless bastard, who put his professional life over his family responsibilities. Donna had always wanted children, but he refused to have them. He had also started hinting that Donna should quit her only passion, teaching.

  Several months later, Donna told me that she was pregnant. I brought her some candy later that week to celebrate the good news. I found her crying. It seemed that her husband was pressuring her to quit her job again. Giving her a shoulder to cry on was the best I could do.

  A few weeks later, Donna came to my room and requested a little help with a problem. It seemed that one of the students had spilled paint all over her desk. She apologized profusely, but she did not know what to do. I assured her that I could take care of it. The school had a solvent for paint removal that was very strong. While I worked on the spill, Donna went to finish up some work in the teachers’ lounge.

  As it happened, I had an accident during the cleanup and spilled solvent all over my pants. It soaked through and began to burn my skin, so I returned to the janitor’s room to change. After removing my wet clothes, I searched through the cabinets for something to wear. At that point Donna, who had come looking for me, walked into the room and caught me naked as a jaybird. I blushed as she stood staring at me with her mouth wide open. After what seemed an eternity, she apologized and made a hasty retreat.

  The next few days were very awkward for both of us. Donna finally broke the ice by bringing me some coffee one afternoon after school hours. As we sat on the old couch in the janitor’s room, I couldn’t help noticing again how beautiful Donna looked, with her long blonde hair framing her lovely face, her perfect form, unblemished skin and that smile that seemed to brighten the room. Somewhat shyly, she brought up the incident of a few days before, and apologized again. “1 feel so bad for staring,” she said. “But I have never seen a penis that large!”

  She then went on to explain that I was the only man aside from her husband who she had ever seen naked. She then wanted to know if other men had dicks as large as mine. I explained my dilemma, and the painful teasing that I had endured in school. Donna said that young people could be cruel, and then told me about similar problems she’d had growing up. She explained that her clitoris and labia were somewhat larger than most. Her story sounded a lot like mine, which helped ease the awkwardness between us. As we continued to talk, Donna confessed that she could not stop thinking about my big dick. She confided to me that her husband’s penis never quite filled her pussy.

  When I told her that I’d never gotten my cock completely inside a vagina, she smiled and said, “I guess you could consider us half virgins.” We both laughed a little over that, and then Donna leaned forward and gave me a gentle kiss. I felt the electricity clear to my toes. At that moment, I had never wanted a woman more in my life.

  I expressed my passion by taking her in my arms and kissing her. As I moved my lips to her neck, she moaned with arousal. I worked my way down her neck and chest until I reached the top of her heaving breasts. Donna leaned back and removed the straps of her dress, which fell down to reveal two of the most perfect tits I have ever had the pleasure to see. Matching what she had told me about her pussy, her nipples were oversized as well. Maybe it was due to her pregnancy, but they seemed to stand out almost two inches. As I sucked on them, I discovered how sensitive they were. For the first time in my life I’d found a woman who could climax just by having her nipples sucked.

  Motioning her to lie back, I began working her dress off. Though her outward appearance was conservative, she had on very skimpy and sexy underwear, including stockings, a garter belt and thong panties. She explained that her husband had bought them for their anniversary, but she had decided to wear them now in hopes that I would be the first to see them on her. I expressed my appreciation by working my tongue down to her crotch and licking her plump mound through her panties. The thin material allowed me to see that her pussy lips did indeed seem to be larger than normal. I knew that I had to have an unobstructed view of that marvel of nature. Slowly I worked her panties down and gained my first sight of heaven.

  Donna’s clit popped out from its hood, engorged with blood. It looked to be as large as her nipples. I flicked my tongue over it, which brought a sigh of pleasure from her lips. Her pussy seemed to open up like a flower under the ministrations of my tongue. I began to work my fingers into her juicy tunnel, feeling for her G-spot. Stroking the sensitive area with the tips of my fingers while sucking on that wonderful clit, I pushed Donna over the edge. She orgasmed so hard that her pussy actually squirted her liquid onto my face.

  Visibly shaken, Donna told me that that had never happened with her husband, only when she had played with herself. Once her climax subsided, her hands went to work on my pants. “I have to see that amazing cock again,” she panted.

  My monster of a cock popped out to greet her. Since it was now stiff, it was a lot bigger even than the first time she’d seen it. But instead of shock, a devilish grin spread across her face. She licked up and down the shaft, pausing at the top to flick the slit with her tongue. Precome began to leak from my hole, and Donna lapped it up with vigor. She then took as much of me in her mouth as she could, and from then on she alternated between sucking on my dick and my balls. It was the best blowjob I had ever experienced.

  Finally Donna pulled her head back and announced that it was time to ride me. She straddled my beast and began to lower herself onto it. The first six inches slid in with surprising ease. Then she paused briefly, working herself up and down. Leaning forward, she whispered something in my ear. “More,” she said. Now this was a word I had never heard before while fucking a lady! I turned us over, getting on top of her, and sank a few inches further into her twat. Her pussy began to spasm then, and it seemed to suck even more of my cock into her body. After about fifteen minutes of stroking in and out of her, I experienced another first: the sensation of my nuts hitting her ass. I could not believe it! She was the first woman to take the entire length of my cock. The sensation was incredible, and I could not hold back. “Oh yeah, baby, come deep in my womb!” Donna cried as I blasted off in a tremendous orgasm. Donna shivered through yet another climax as the last of my sperm shot off into her cunt.

  From that moment we knew that we were meant for each other. Donna left her husband later that year, and we moved in together. We have a beautiful daughter and are living a very happy life.—N.S., Evanston, Illinois

  Stepping Out

  SHE WAS A MATURE WIFE AND MOTHER WHO’D NEVER CHEAT—CERTAINLY NOT WITH A STRANGE BLACK STRIPPER

  When something really wild happens to a normal, everyday wife like me, I guess Penthouse Letters is as good a place as any to confess.

  It all began a few months ago. I am a tall, thin forty-three-year-old brunette, living with my husband Frank and our two teenage kids on our beautifully spacious farm in Kansas. Frank was the love of my life in high school, and when he asked me to marry him after college, I was elated. We were married in his parent’s home, and soon afterwards we took over that big black frame house to begin our life together.

  I guess you could say Frank changed. He went from a quiet, romantic guy to a quiet business freak. Aside from working all hours on the farm, he was soon consumed every hour of the day with making money. He always felt he needed more. I guess it was a status thing. He seemed to have no time any
more for our children, and certainly no time for me. Months went by without our making love. “Grow up, Lucy,” he would say when I broached the subject. “I have no time for silly bedroom games. I am much too busy.”

  I was working also, so I tried to absorb myself in my work, while helping out as much as I could with all the various farm chores. Perhaps Frank was right, I thought. Maybe thinking about sex after forty was silly. But I was still suffering and yearning for my husband’s attention.

  Out of sheer boredom one night, I accepted my friend Harriet’s invitation to attend a “ladies’ night” at a bar south of town. I felt funny, however, when I discovered that the main attraction was a tall, young black male stripper. Frank’s family was not too keen on black people, and I found it uncomfortable to watch this ebony stud strip down to a crotch net. I made some excuses and left abruptly.

  When I returned home, Frank again paid no attention to me. Although I dressed up in my sexiest nightgown, all he said was that he had a long day tomorrow, and he wanted me to take the kids to their soccer game the next evening. I fell asleep dreaming of some guy in shining armor sweeping me away in his strong arms. Strangely enough, he seemed to be black.

  Soon after I returned home from work the next day, Harriet was on the phone, sounding excited. “Listen, Lucy,” she gushed. “After you left last night, that black stripper asked us who the tall, thin mama was.” She giggled. “Lucy, he wants you!”

  “What?” I said, not knowing whether to be flustered or indignant. “Come on, Harriet, do you think I’m flattered by some stripper putting the moves on me? I’ve got more class than that.”

  “Come on yourself, Lucy,” Harriet retorted. “Jane and I went crazy over this handsome black guy. Luce, he is a stud, and if we had half a chance, we would both sneak out on our husbands for some of that meat between his legs. Anyway, I know you’re not very happy with Frank these days. Why not talk to this guy? His name is Darren. We won’t tell a soul, honest!”

  “No way!” I said. “You know I’m a respectable wife and mother. Just because Frank is busy, hopping in bed with some strange black guy is not the answer. You and Jane should be ashamed of yourselves!”

  When I took the boys to their soccer game that evening, they asked me why their dad had called off our vacation this year. “Your dad is just too busy,” I told them. “He’ll take us next year, guys.” But I couldn’t help being nearly as disappointed as they were.

  After fixing the boys a late supper, I had settled down to go over some papers when the phone rang. “Is this Lucy?” a man’s voice said.

  “Yes, this is she,” I replied. “Who is calling, please? Are you looking for Frank?”

  “Lucy, this is Darren,” the voice said. “To tell you the truth, I’m looking for you. You left so early last night.”

  “I beg your pardon?” I said frostily. “Look, I’m not interested in you or any of your games. So good-bye!”

  “Wait, Lucy, don’t hang up! I just want to meet you. I saw you out in the audience, and you are one hot-looking mama! The girls told me about your husband. Listen, I would love to be your secret stud. We could make real music, baby.”

  “Listen, you creep,” I said, trying to keep my voice down so my sons would not hear me. “I’m a happily married woman and a mother. Women like me don’t go running to the arms of other men, especially strangers. Understand? Now good-bye!” And I hung up.

  This call upset me so much that I felt like calling Harriet and bawling her out, but at that point Frank came home. After what had happened I needed Frank more than ever, but again he was too tired. Instead of coming to bed with me, he started calling some buyers about the hog market. The next day, however, I was elated when he invited me to a cattle convention the following week in Oklahoma. “I would like that, Frank,” I said. “We need to get away and be alone.”

  The Oklahoma trip was okay, I guess, if you like hearing about hogs, wheat and bank stock. Our plush hotel room was great, but Frank was gone most of the time, running around to meetings. But we did manage to attend a dinner and cocktail party one evening, and I was flattered when all the cattlemen started paying me compliments, and congratulating Frank on having such a pretty wife. I hoped that this would fuel Frank’s fire a little when we retired to our room. But no. “It’s not that I don’t want to make love to you, Lucy,” he said, hanging up his suit. “But I’m tired, honey, and I need to work on my speech for the cattle market in the morning.”

  I lost it then. “Don’t you desire me at all anymore?” I screamed, throwing a magazine across the room. “Tell me, Frank!”

  “Hey, come on, don’t talk like a cheap slut,” Frank said in a stern voice. “I have an important job, and you’re a respectable lady, so stop acting like some teenage girl.”

  That night I found it hard not to think of what Darren had said, and how much he wanted me. But I did my best to put such thoughts out of my mind. I couldn’t sleep very well, and at one point I got up and went into the bathroom. I took off my nightgown and looked at my naked body in the mirror. Why would a man like Darren even want someone as old as me, I wondered. He wasn’t that much older than my oldest son. I looked so thin, and my breasts were not all that big. On the other hand, all those cattlemen couldn’t have been lying when they told Frank how attractive I was. I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like with someone new. Like Darren . . .

  After we got back home I still found myself daydreaming about this young black man. Even as I went through my filing, I was thinking about the words he had used. Hot-looking mama . . . secret stud . . . the words would not go away.

  Then one night, with Frank at a board meeting, and the boys out at a movie with some of their friends, I had a moment of weakness, and I found myself calling Harriet to see if she and Jane were planning on going to the club to see Darren dance. “Darren!” Harriet said. “Lucy, Darren is gone. I think he went to Chicago.”

  “Oh!” I said. “I just thought—Oh. Well. That’s good. I guess.”

  “Lucy, are you saying what I am thinking?” Harriet asked. “You want this guy, don’t you, honey?”

  “That’s crazy,” I said. “I’m a married woman and a mother. I—I just wanted to watch him dance again.”

  I hung up feeling like a tramp, and began to plan my next day’s agenda. I knew I had to get control of my sexual feelings. I had nothing to gain and everything to lose. Again I determined to concentrate on home and work, and to act like a mature married woman. After all, there were a lot worse husbands than Frank, and I was lucky to be married to someone who worked hard and provided well for his family.

  But on Saturday morning it all began again when I got an unexpected call from Harriet. “Lucy,” she whispered, “I don’t know if you can talk now, but I located Darren, and he will be at the Kingdom Motel tonight, in room two forty-one. He was very interested to hear you were asking about him, Luce. So if you want to meet him, here’s your chance.”

  “Damn it, Harriet. I’m over this silly fantasy,” I replied, my heart pounding. “Frank is my husband, and I’m his wife, and that’s all there is to it, it’s as simple as that. Thanks anyway!”

  Now I needed Frank so much. I needed my husband to help me get rid of these feelings. On Friday evening I told him I wanted to prepare a special dinner on Saturday, just for the two of us. Frank seemed happy about that, but the next morning he floored me again. “I am going to have to help prepare for the sale at the stockyard tonight, Lucy,” he told me. “I’m sorry, honey. I’ll try not to be too late.”

  I was devastated. “Fine,” I snapped, slamming down the laundry basket I was carrying. “Maybe I’ll just go out with the girls tonight. How’s that?”

  “Fine, Luce,” he said. “You need a night out. Besides, I need to catch up on some computer work when I get home.”

  Even then I tried everything I could think of to forget this crap with Darren. I even asked the boys to go to a movie. “Sorry, Mom,” they said. “Sounds great, but we have pla
ns. Next time, okay?”

  So that evening, after telling myself a hundred times that I wouldn’t, I hopped in the minivan and drove ten miles south to the Kingdom Motel. I quickly found room two forty-one, and Darren’s face lit up as he opened the door to my knock. “Hey, pretty lady,” he said. “I was hoping you would come. Come on in and I’ll pour you a glass of cold wine. I’ve been dreaming of this night, hoping we could get together.”

  “Skip the wine,” I snapped. “I am a married woman and mother. You’re a footloose stripper looking for kicks.”

  “Then why are you here?” Darren asked. “I’ll tell you. Because you’re a neglected wife looking for satisfaction, and I can give you that. Look, why don’t you get out of those threads and let me prove I can satisfy you. I want you to suck me first.”

  I should have been shocked by this kind of directness, but somehow I was past that now. “Okay, you’re right,” I said flatly. “But I’ll skip the oral part, and I’ll undress in the bathroom.”

  Darren shrugged, and I went into the bathroom. But when I came out I was still wearing my bra and panties.

  “You are one foxy mother,” Darren said, his eyes devouring me. “Let me see those tits.”

  When I removed my bra, his mouth was all over my small breasts. I had to admit that this strange black man knew how to light my fire. He then laid me back on the bed, removed my panties and put his mouth on my crotch. It had been years since Frank had done this, and never had he sucked my clit the way this young stranger did. “Make love to me,” I said. “I want you to make love to me.”