Letters to Penthouse XXXX
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As I slid my cock inside her I couldn’t believe how tight she was. But she pushed back at me, and I just kept working at it until I was balls deep inside her.
“Oh, God, you feel great!” Darla groaned. “Jesus, my husband hasn’t fucked me in months. Fuck me hard!” And that’s what I did. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I started pumping her as hard and as deep as I could, and she came again just as I let loose with shot after shot of come into her spasming pussy.
I fucked her two more times that night before I took her home. On the way she told me that she had never planned to cheat on her husband, and that I must never tell anybody. She also said she hoped she wouldn’t get pregnant, because her husband had had a vasectomy after their twins were born, and she wouldn’t ever be able to explain it.
A few weeks later, when I was on the road again, I got an e-mail from her saying she had gotten her period, which was a relief. She also said that the next time I was in town I should be sure to call her. Now I can’t wait to get back there.
—F.V., Tulsa, Oklahoma
She Found Him in the Bathroom After Her Boyfriend Passed Out
This happened about ten years ago, when we were all in our early 20s. It had been a long night of drinking, and my girlfriend, June, and I had ended up at an apartment my friend Louis shared with his girlfriend, Meg. We were too drunk to drive home; June passed out on the couch, and Louis soon did the same in the bedroom he and Meg shared.
Louis had met Meg six months before, at college, and he had introduced her to me at a party shortly thereafter. We had talked the night away then. Meg was a petite, dark-haired, green-eyed girl with a great figure, and I had found her incredibly attractive, but as she and Louis had just begun to get involved, I had done nothing about it.
Now I was preparing to lie down next to June and grab a little sleep myself when Meg came out of the bedroom and handed me a condom.
“What’s this for?” I asked innocently, although I knew. A couple of times, when she and Louis had stayed at our apartment, I had done the same for them, knowing how hot they always were for each other. Each time I had lain in the next room and listened to the sounds of them making love, all the while wishing I were in Louis’s place.
Now Meg was returning the favor. She looked over at June’s sleeping form and grinned at me. “You never know, Rick, she might wake up and get some ideas,” she murmured. She gave me a wink and turned back to the bedroom, her tight-fitting pajama shorts accentuating her perfect ass. I watched her bare legs, and it was all I could do to keep from drooling.
Sometime later I must have fallen asleep, because I remember waking to the sounds of sex coming from their bedroom, Louis’s deep baritone grunts and Meg’s soft panting and barely audible moans. My erection was full and aching.
June hadn’t moved from her place on the couch. I knew I would find no release there; she hated to be awakened at any time, even for sex. Scratching my balls, which felt ready to burst, I decided to relieve myself in the bathroom.
The bathroom was just down the hallway from the living room, far enough from the bedroom so that I knew that even if I made a little noise they wouldn’t hear me. I tiptoed down the hallway and closed the bathroom door behind me.
I dropped my underwear to the floor and rubbed my cock, which was hard and throbbing. Suddenly, to my surprise, I heard a soft sound behind me as the door to the bathroom slowly opened, and Meg stood there, totally naked and staring at my blatantly exposed member.
I was startled, but I was too hard and horny to feel embarrassed; or maybe it was the alcohol. Our eyes locked, hers large and staring. Only after what seemed like hours did mine wander down her body. Her perfect breasts showed suckle marks around the nipples, her torso bore signs of recent activity, and her inner thighs glistened with come. My cock twitched, and a trickle of precome eased out of it. Then, with one deft move, she reached out to take it in her right hand, while reaching back to lock the door with the other.
“Louis is sound asleep,” she whispered. “Oh, my God, Rick, I’ve wanted this since we first met!”
She dropped to her knees then, resting her ass on her heels, and slowly licked up and down my shaft. She got the tip all wet with her saliva, then took the whole length of it into her mouth. She grabbed my balls and stroked them, at the same time fingering my asshole with her middle finger. I groaned softly and lifted my right leg, placing my foot on the toilet seat, giving her more access to my balls and ass.
Meg pulled my cock out of her mouth with a wet pop and moved down to my balls, licking them and gently sucking each one, then trailed her tongue down to my ass, flicking the wet tip over the tight knot of my anus. She groaned as she licked it. Her nose was tight against my ball sac, and my eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I felt her hot breath. She remained there, her tongue probing deeper, licking at my asshole like a hungry cat laps cream.
“Oh, my God!” I whispered. “You are such a dirty girl, oh, yes!” I heard her breath quicken and saw her move a hand to her crotch, two fingers sliding into her pussy. The other hand released its grip on my balls, and then she slipped a finger deep into my ass.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasped out. Her mouth returned to my cock as her finger moved slowly in and out of my asshole. I felt that I was about to explode, but I really wanted to do something to her first. I reached down and put both hands on her head, relishing the feel of her long, dark hair. I gently pulled her mouth away, and she looked up at me, her lips full and wet with saliva, my cock rubbing against her cheek. Still staring up at me, she slowly withdrew her finger from my ass, and again I had to will myself not to come.
I pulled her up to me then, and we kissed deeply, our tongues sparring, our hands all over each other’s body. I bent my head and bit gently at her ears, her neck; then I moved lower to take in the sweaty, salty nub of her right nipple, pulling at it with my lips. She squealed with pleasure, rising up on the balls of her feet to force more of her breast into my mouth. My hands wandered down her sides to her ass, and pulled at her cheeks, the tips of my fingers smearing the wetness there.
Meg pulled away from me then. “Lick me,” she whispered, rubbing my cock with her tiny hand. “Lick me like I did you.” There was a glint of light in her eyes as she said this. “I’ve never let Louis tongue my ass before. I’ve never let him do anything like that.”
She turned around and bent over, gripping the vanity, exposing the full expanse of her exquisite legs and tight succulent ass. I traced the line of her spine with my tongue, from her neck down to her buttocks. Then I lifted one leg and licked the sole of her foot, then dragged my tongue up along the inside of her leg to her crotch, tasting the remnants of dried come on her thigh, while she purred with sensual pleasure. Then, spreading her cheeks apart, I drove my tongue into her asshole.
“Oh, shit!” she groaned, and her knees buckled with the sensation, even as she shoved her ass harder into my face. She moaned deeply, and I drew back for a moment to look at her. I could see the hardness of the nipples on her quivering breasts, and in the mirror above the vanity I could see her beautiful face twisted with pleasure.
I went back to my task, feeling her anus twitch and tighten under my assault. I soon had it dripping with saliva, and I moved away again and shoved a finger into her ass up to the knuckle. Meg gasped, and I felt her hot tight tunnel rhythmically clench and unclench as I stroked it inside and out. As she rode my finger to orgasm I listened to her cries and gasps, hoping that she was right about Louis being sound asleep. Her ass convulsed as she came, and then she spoke through clenched teeth, “Fuck me, Rick. Fuck me in my ass!”
That was all I needed. I stood up and lifted her left leg so her foot was resting on the toilet seat, then placed the head of my cock at her glistening back door. I started to ease it in gently, but she pushed back against me, causing my rod to ram through her sphincter and deep into her bowels. Throwing her head back in ecstasy, she loudly groaned, “Ohh, fuck… uhh… ohh, yes, fuck… mmm…”
Meg straightened up slightly, taking hold of my hands to place them on her breasts. “Oh, fuck, yes…” she whispered. “Oh, Rick, fuck me, baby!” I felt her pussy juice trickle down to my embedded cock, and she sighed deeply as her anus continued to milk me. We stood like that for what seemed like hours, my cock gently pumping in and out of her asshole. At one point she turned her head back to me and we kissed, our tongues delicately exploring each other. I breathed in her breath, and she mine, matching my rhythm. Her hand wandered between her legs and stroked my balls, her nails playing along the length of my cock as it came out her ass.
“Oh, baby,” I whispered into her ear, still pumping in and out of her. “Oh, Jesus, Meg, you’re such a sweet dirty girl!” She smiled and licked at my lips and tongue. My cock twitched inside her and she nodded her head, still licking my tongue. “Oh, Meg, baby, I’m gonna come!”
“Oh, yes, yes, come in my ass!” Her voice was a breathless whisper, but full of passion.
My come raced up from my balls, and I pounded into her hard and fast, deeper than ever before. Her eyes were wide open, as was her mouth, when the first blast sprayed deep into her ass.
“Oh, my God! Fuck, oh, oh, OH, YES!” she screamed.
“Oh, baby, oh, fuck, oh, Meg,” was all I could get out as spurt after spurt of the biggest load of come I’d ever shot poured into the hot clutching cavity of her ass. I felt light-headed, colors bursting behind my eyes as I came harder than I would have believed possible, her beautiful ass taking all I had to give. My heart felt as though it would explode from my chest. Now Meg was coming, too, her anus tightening spasmodically around my buried cock, and we both dropped to our knees onto the tiled floor, still fucking, still coming, our cries reaching a crescendo that surely could have been heard two houses away.
I withdrew from her slowly, watching my come ooze from her ass, strings of it still clinging to my softening dick. We kissed deeply and lay down on our sides, facing each other. We remained on the floor like that for about another half hour, kissing, touching, and stroking each other. Then I got up and climbed shakily into the shower, pulling her with me, and we washed each other down, kissing and hugging. Before Meg went back to the bedroom we both agreed that this could only be a one-time event. What the hell, we could never have topped it anyway.
—R.G., Frankfort, Kentucky
Her Mother Brought Her Up to Be a Good Girl—In Her Way
My grandmother was an extremely religious woman, prim and proper. She thought all sex was nasty, and would never even talk about it to her daughter, my mother. At 18 my mother developed larger-than-average breasts and gorgeous looks, so she became very popular at school. The boys were all over her, but when she tried to ask her mother about it, my grandmother would only scold her for even talking about such things. Finally she became so distraught that she decided to talk to her pastor.
The pastor was a very dynamic and handsome fellow, and the ladies of the church were quite taken with him. His young wife had been a professional model and was the picture of fashion and poise. So Mother went to see them and told them of her distress at all the pressure that was being put on her by the boys. The pastor explained that the female body was built by God to have an attraction for men, but that her schoolmates were just too young and immature to know how to show their appreciation properly for her beauty. He explained that his wife had the same problem, but that she was old enough to be proud of her sexuality. He then asked his wife to disrobe, to show that she was not ashamed of her body, and she did so.
The pastor and his wife told my mother that she should practice being at ease with her body. They thought she needed more counseling, so they hired her to work at their home after school. They told her that with her exceptional beauty, she was a natural for modeling or acting. They coached her in the proper way to carry herself, pose, dress, and use makeup. They often had her do some of the housework in the nude, to help her become more comfortable with her body.
Before long she was often staying overnight so that she could work on Saturday, and sleeping with them in their bed. They showed her how people had sex, and let her observe to the point at which they were able to get her to participate more and more, with both of them. They praised her and encouraged her, and she became quite adept at all kinds of sexual activity, which she found extremely enjoyable. Eventually some of the deacons began coming around for a little action, and she would take care of them, too.
Upon her graduation from high school, the pastor helped her get a scholarship to a nearby university. It was within easy driving distance, so that he and his friends could visit her often, and in return he helped her with her expenses. While in school she also worked as a nude model for art classes. There was quite a demand for her, and she acquired some new customers that way, which was how she met my father. He knew she was working her way through college and seemed to have no objection, but he asked her to promise that after they were married she would no longer charge for it, and she never did.
When I came along years later, my mother, recalling her experience with my grandmother, bent over backward to make sure I was well informed. She talked openly about all aspects of sex, love, and lust to prepare me for what she knew I was going to experience. And she was right. Like her, I developed early, inheriting my mother’s good looks and becoming popular at an early age. My mother always impressed on me, however, that I should treat my body with respect, and save myself until the right man came along.
My father had become a well-known art expert and museum curator, and about the time I graduated high school he had saved enough money to buy a place in the country. Looking back, I suspect that my parents had become concerned about all the boys hanging around, and decided that a move to the country would keep me out of temptation’s way. They bought an estate that was famous for breeding and training expensive horses. The owner and his wife had been killed in a plane crash, and their 18-year-old son, Christopher, had inherited the ranch. However, he would have had to borrow so much to pay the inheritance taxes, with no way to pay back the loan while he was in school, that he decided the best thing was to sell. But he obviously knew the horses very well, and my father asked him to stay on and work for us. Christopher was a brilliant student, captain of the school football team, very handsome, and very black. He moved into the apartment attached to the tack room, and quickly became part of the family. He helped me with my homework, worked with mother training and caring for the horses, and generally helped out around the place when he wasn’t in school.
One hot summer morning I got up late. I slipped on a robe over the tiny panties I had slept in and went to the barn, looking for my mother. She had been working with a couple of the horses, and was wet with sweat. She suggested we ride the horses down to the river that ran through the place, in which we often swam. Trees lined the bank, and it was beautiful and totally secluded.
Soon we were racing across the fields. It was so exciting, with our big boobs bouncing, the warm horse between my naked legs, and the cool breeze in my hair! I had feelings I had never had before.
When we got to the river we washed the horses down, then discarded our wet clothes and started cooling ourselves as well. We had no idea that Christopher had also decided to swim that morning, and we were startled when he came floating into sight, seeing us naked.
Mother was not bothered about his seeing her, but about his reaction to me. She told him it was very important for my reputation that he never say anything about seeing us skinny-dipping. She told him she had often seen him l
ooking at the nude pictures of her that hung in the studio, and she knew that young men of his age were very curious about the female form. She said that in return for his promise, she would let him see her nude anytime he wanted, but that he was not to get any ideas about me. She wanted him to promise that he would assist me in keeping my virginity until I was married to the right man. Christopher said he understood, and would be happy to help.
Then he helped us finish cleaning the horses, and we all swam for a while. At one point I told him mischievously that it was not fair for him to be the only one with shorts on, so he took them off. Boy, what a sight! He had a magnificent build, and I’d had no idea that a penis ever got that big. It swung against his legs, and when we would swim close to him or brush against him, it would start growing. I noticed that my mother couldn’t keep her eyes off him any more than I could.
Christopher and I became even closer friends after that, and often shared stories about our dates. He told me of his encounters with a couple of girls, and how he had tried to have sex, but because of his size, had not been able to get in, and ended up with masturbation or oral release. After he started college he would occasionally come home and remind my mother of her promise, and she would take off her clothes for him, and even go about her housework in the nude. Then I began to notice that when my father was away, Mother seemed to spend a lot of time out of the house at night. I found a chink in the tack room that allowed me to look through into Christopher’s bedroom, and I watched my mother having sex with him.
It was beautiful to me, to see two people I loved so much sharing such obvious joy. They were both so perfect, she with her light coloring and he with his dark gorgeous muscles gleaming with sweat as they made love, sometimes for hours. I could sometimes see his awesome cock sliding in and out of her, and could hear the noises they made. Sometimes I would have orgasms at the same time they did.