Letters to Penthouse VI

by Penthouse International

  I moved back down her body and buried my tongue deep into her sweet pussy. She was feeling so good that she started to squeal. She came and came, her juices dripping down my chin like rain. My tongue was buried so deep in her pussy, she told me it was touching parts of her that had never been touched before.

  “Wait until you feel what my dick can do,” I said.

  “Do it now!” she begged.

  I turned Kim around. She propped herself up on her elbows, lifting her ass to the level of my ten-inch dick. I guided my cock into her cunt, working in very slowly, inch by inch, until it disappeared completely in her pussy. She screamed from pleasure and then started to moan really loud. “Fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted, shoving her rump against me like a battering ram. When I came, which didn't take long, it felt as though I'd released enough jism to fill a bucket. We both fell asleep with my dick still inside her pussy. We had breakfast the next morning and then picked up where we left off the previous night. Later on that afternoon she took me to the airport. We both agreed that our short time together was the best sex of our lives. We parted at the airport with a final, long kiss.

  As I started to go through the metal detector, Kim yelled out, “Hey, honey! Do you need a license to carry that big dick of yours?” We both had a good laugh about that.—Name and address withheld

  CUB REPORTER GOES BARE FOR THE DAY'S BIGGEST STORY

  The news business is full of surprises, and not just the kind that wind up on the front page. At the small news service where I work in California, for example, I was more than surprised to find that my steamy romance with one reporter there would be such a source of tongue-wagging for my coworkers. I'd assumed they were all adults whose nose for news could be put to better use, but I was wrong. However, one of the women who gave us such a hard time about our affair was to provide me with the biggest surprise of all.

  Molly is a young graduate of an Eastern journalism school, a bright, aggressive, hardworking reporter who I have no doubt will go far. Unfortunately, Molly also seemed to be obsessed with my recent dalliance with Elise, another reporter at the bureau. Elise is beautiful, sexy, hot-blooded … you name it. But Molly herself projects an astonishing sexuality. She's a tall, slender, ivory-skinned brunette who has a great sense of humor and exudes a cocky attitude that suggests she's used to getting what she wants. When she was first hired, she was politely flirtatious with me, peppering our conversations with indelicate innuendoes, and I was pleased to see such a dirty mind on someone almost a dozen years my junior.

  One morning at about five o'clock, as Elise and I were fucking in her bed, the phone rang and Elise picked it up. It was Molly, at the office. Several propane tanks had exploded near a marina. Molly wanted me to get on the story at once. The only catch was that I'd have to stop by the office first to pick up the cellular phone, in order to relay stories to her from the scene. I said good-bye to the beautiful, naked Elise, patted my erection woefully and got dressed for work.

  When I got to the office, Molly was sitting across the desk from mine, smiling and leaning back in her swivel chair with her feet spread apart up on the desk. Her shoes were off, and her runner's legs went on for about a mile before disappearing into a black velvet skirt. Her burgundy blouse was unbuttoned between her breasts. It was extremely warm in there. Or maybe it was just Molly.

  “Where's the cellular phone?” I asked. She just smiled at me. “You're an experienced reporter,” she said. “You'll have to find it.” She tossed her head back and spread apart her legs. I knew the phone wasn't in there, but I sure wanted to look. It appeared the young reporter wasn't wearing panties.

  “Look,” I said, straining to be serious even though I felt the stirrings of an erection. “I'm not in the mood for games. Where's the phone?”

  She shrugged and spread her legs even wider, hiking her skirt up over her lean hips and revealing the unmistakable pattern of a pubic bush.

  “Maybe there isn't a phone,” she said. “Maybe there isn't even a fire. Not where you think, anyway.”

  I felt myself blush slightly. “Journalism ain't what it used to be,” I said as I began to walk toward her, my hard cock about to split my jeans.

  “Maybe I just want to see what that pretty little Elise sees in you. Maybe I want to see it in me for a change,” Molly said, sliding a hand under her skirt and fiddling with her pussy. She then leaned forward and took hold of my tie, pulling me to her and burying my face in her sopping pussy. I felt her intoxicating wetness on my lips and nose.

  “Hurry, we're on deadline,” Molly cooed as I curled my arms around her thighs and parted her succulent folds with my tongue.

  “You mean there really is a fire?” I managed to ask.

  “Like I said, we have to hurry. Wouldn't want to miss a good story, would we?” she laughed.

  I submerged myself in her, munching her delicious rosebud with all the energy and vigor I could summon—and I had a lot of both. I thrust my hungry tongue inside her, then jiggled it against her throbbing clit, every so often swallowing a mouthful of her dripping honey. Meanwhile, my hungry cock bulged against my jeans. And then—you guessed it—the phone rang. I should've remembered that the phones always ring at the wrong time in a news office.

  Worse yet, it was Elise, calling from the scene of the fire. She'd taken it upon herself to go there on her own. Molly, while quietly humping my face, commended Elise for her journalistic enterprise. As Molly pulled my lips harder against her, Elise asked her why I wasn't at the fire. Molly replied, “I changed his assignment. He's doing some … inside work on the story. Working the, uh, phones.” She was flustered and out of breath—after all, I had two fingers up her twat and my tongue was dancing against her clitoris—and said to Elise, “He's right here. Should I put him on?” She smiled and handed me the phone.

  Elise was pretty excited about going out on the story. She told me it looked like the whole marina was going to be destroyed, and an apartment building next to it might also catch fire. She asked me if I could take some dictation from her, because she hated to talk with Molly. I positioned myself in front of a computer terminal. As Elise's first adrenaline-flushed words filled my ear, I felt Molly's hand pull at the button fly of my jeans. The dripping tip of my firecracker-red cock sprang free. Molly greeted it with a giggle, followed by several lingering licks up the shaft.

  If you ever have the opportunity, I recommend getting sucked off by a sex-starved cub reporter while you type out a story being dictated over the phone by your girlfriend. Of the many thrills I've had in my fifteen years in the news business, none has been as exquisite as taking in Elise's first dispatch while Molly went down on me as if both of our lives depended on it. I was typing and fucking her mouth at the same time! I'm sure my spelling was off, but we have proofreaders for that. Apparently Molly'd learned a lot more at journalism school besides the theory of the triangle lead.

  With one hand cupping my balls, she ran her mouth up my prick as though it were a cob of hot buttered corn. She then closed her eyes and put the entire head in her mouth. I watched her large, dark-red lips move up and down my cock, while inside her mouth her tongue polished my cockhead with dozens of quick, hot lashes. Unfortunately this is where it became especially difficult to type, and also where I began to moan. Over the phone, Elise asked me if I was feeling all right, and I told her I was just yawning. Molly's brunette tresses splashed around my belly button as I typed with her head in my lap.

  All of a sudden Molly got even more playful and rocked me way back in my chair forcing me to extend my arms to their limits in order to type in Elise's report. Just as Elise was finishing up, Molly began to suck my balls.

  “Oh … shit!” I exclaimed in ecstasy.

  “What was that?” Elise asked.

  “Um … nothing. I just, um, hit the wrong key,” I said. I realized it was a pretty stupid thing to say, while at the same time realizing it would be only a matter of minutes until I flooded Molly's mouth with jizz. She moved her mouth back to
my cock and took several zesty slurps on it, taking in all seven hard inches, until her nose was pressing into my pubic hair.

  Thankfully, Elise finished dictating her story, and I finished typing. She said good-bye to me and hung up to return to her work. At that point my balls were groaning, demanding release, and my cock was as engorged and tingling as it had ever been. Molly was obviously no stranger to this sort of thing. She returned to my balls with her teeth and lips, pulling on my sac and stroking me vigorously. Think whatever you want to about declining standards in the news business, but take it from me—the talent is still there.

  Suddenly, however, we heard the elevator door open down the hall. I couldn't believe it—someone was coming! In a panic, Molly pulled away from me just as I came. My come erupted in wild spurts that shot high in the air and descended like large blobs of hail.

  “Who can it be?” I gasped.

  Molly's cheeks were flushed with alarm as we frenziedly wiped my jism off the pile of press releases. “I forgot,” she said. “Russell said he was coming in early today. That's probably him now.”

  She pulled down her skirt, buttoned her blouse and began to search for her sandals. I didn't know where to go. The supply room down the hall seemed to be the best bet so, stuffing my slippery, still-erect cock into my jeans, I limped to the supply room and closed the door behind me. In a few seconds I heard Russell enter the office.

  He and Molly exchanged greetings, and I heard him inquire about the fire. She told him Elise and I were at the scene, and he granted approvingly. I wondered how I was going to get out of there. Russell was one of the biggest office gossips, and I feared he'd really enjoy being the one to tell Elise that instead of covering the fire, I'd been covering Molly's tongue with my sperm.

  It was Russell himself who saved the day for both of us by going out for some coffee. I heard the door close behind him.

  I walked out with my head spinning. “You'd better go interview the fire chief, and fast,” Molly said. From her desk drawer she produced the cellular phone that had, in a way, started this whole thing.

  I walked quickly toward the door. “Listen,” I said to Molly. “This is between us, right?”

  “Don't worry,” she said. “One of the first things we learned in school was always to remain true to your confidential informants.”

  Like I said, news can be a surprising business, and sometimes the best stories don't even get in the paper.—Name and address withheld

  WHY JUST COVET THY NEIGHBOR'S WIFE? GO AHEAD AND DO HER

  I'm twenty-two years old and married to a beautiful woman. This story isn't about my wife, but about Vickie, her longtime friend. Vickie is also married. I'd always dreamed of getting inside her pants, but never thought it would happen.

  Every Saturday night I go down to a local club to have a few beers, listen to the music and look at the young babes. I usually meet up with some friends and stay until closing. This particular night, Vickie was there without her husband, who I knew was out of town for a few days. Vickie and I sat and talked, and then I asked her to dance. This was nothing unusual, as we always dance together when her husband and my wife are there. It was getting late and we were both pretty drunk, but we stayed to dance the last slow dance of the night. As we danced, my cock was rubbing against her hip, which she seemed to enjoy because she looked up and gave me a sexy smile.

  After we left, I told her I'd follow her home to make sure she got in safely. After we arrived, I walked her to her door and she invited me in. I, of course, accepted. Once inside, Vickie turned on the TV and lay down on the couch. I needed no more coaxing. I walked over to her and kissed her. She drove her tongue deep inside my mouth as we fell back on the couch. For the next twenty minutes we kissed and felt each other up. I slipped my hand inside her blouse and exposed her beautiful tits. Vickie is a small woman with small tits, but they are beautiful, and have huge nipples that stick out at least half an inch when she's aroused.

  My mouth and tongue instantly went to work on those beautiful mounds. My hand worked open her jeans, and they were off in a second, followed by her panties. I reached for her hairy pussy and felt that it was dripping wet. When I buried my finger in her cunt, she went nuts, humping my hand and begging me to make her come. I played with her clit for a long time. It stood out as far as her nipples!

  After she'd come a few times, it was her turn to please me. She pulled my pants off and took my seven-inch dick into her mouth. I almost went through the ceiling. First she just put the head in her mouth, then slowly took all seven inches down her throat. I almost exploded, but held back to make it last. She sucked me for ten minutes, and then I went down on her. What a beautiful cunt Vickie has—nice and wet and fleshy, just right for eating. I licked her pretty labia until she was moaning with excitement, then nibbled on her clit.

  I ate her for at least twenty minutes before getting down to fucking her. She was moaning for me to stick my cock in her, so I gave it my all. God, was she a great fuck! She never stopped moving, which gave my cock sensations I'd never felt before. We fucked until she came, and then she climbed on top of me, sat on my cock and continued pumping away. I came after about five minutes but I never went soft, so we just kept fucking.

  I'm sure that we fucked for at least two more hours, during which time Vickie came several more times. The only reason we stopped was that I had to get home before my wife started worrying about me. What a night that was. We're both looking forward to another two-hour fuck session.—Name and address withheld

  WHAT WORD BEGINS WITH F AND HAS MANY VARIATIONS? RIGHT—FASHION!

  Early one Friday evening I was alone in my apartment when I heard a knock on the door. I answered it and was greeted by the woman who lives next door. She and her husband had lived next to my wife and me for about four months, but we'd never officially met. She introduced herself as Stephanie and asked if my wife was home. I apologized that she wasn't. She'd gone to her sister's and wouldn't be back until late the next day. I asked if I could be of any assistance. Stephanie laughed and, with some embarrassment, said she'd bought a dress for a party the next evening and was looking for an opinion as to how it looked.

  Stephanie was the prettiest woman I'd ever seen at that apartment complex. I had often seen her in the hallway and parking let. She apparently had a good job, as she always dressed in expensive outfits that showed her beautiful legs and calves, and made the most of the huge set of tits with which she'd been blessed. I quickly offered to give my opinion of her party dress.

  She invited me into her apartment, then went into her room to change. After about five minutes she came out wearing the dress. It was a snug-fitting black number that accentuated her firm legs and tits. I complimented her on her appearance, adding that she looked as wonderful as she always did.

  Stephanie thanked me for the compliment, then offered me a soda. We chatted awhile. She told me that she wasn't looking forward to the party, as her husband was out of town and wouldn't be able to accompany her. Then she said she'd bought a couple of more things and wanted my opinion on them as well. I agreed, and again Stephanie disappeared into her bedroom to change.

  When she returned in about five minutes, I couldn't believe my eyes: Parading in front of me was Stephanie in a red lace teddy, garters and stockings. In awe, I couldn't say a word as Stephanie walked by me, turned around, looked at me and said she'd be right back. My head started to spin with thoughts of the beautiful body barely concealed by that outfit. My fantasies were enhanced greatly when Stephanie reentered the room, this time wearing a similar outfit in blue.

  Her parade across the room was much slower now. She took her time and showed off her luscious body. My cock stiffened and throbbed as she turned her back to me, bent over and grabbed her ankles. Meanwhile, the teddy revealed more of her ass-cheeks than I'd ever dreamed of seeing. She ran her fingers up her legs, over her calves and toward her thighs. As her hands closed in on her inner thighs, she stopped, turned around, looked at me and said, “I'
ll be right back.”

  By now the bulge in my pants was throbbing and my breathing was becoming heavy. This woman wasn't blind. I know she knew how much I wanted to fuck her. Moments later she entered the room wearing a black teddy ensemble. She stood directly in front of me, and our eyes met. We stared deeply into each other's eyes for what seemed to be an eternity. She bent over, and my gaze dropped to the wondrous spot directly between her huge, round globes. They were putting an incredible strain on that black lace teddy!

  Stephanie's stare, meanwhile, dropped to my pants, where my growing bulge was very evident. She said, “It looks like you enjoy this color best.”

  I spoke my first words in a while, saying, “I love them all. You are a beautiful woman.”

  She returned to the bedroom. A minute later she called me in to join her. As I entered, I saw that the outfits she'd tried on were piled on the floor. Stephanie was lying on the bed, totally naked. Her legs were spread and her tits were pancaked against her chest. She motioned me to the bed, and I had no hesitation in doing what she wanted me to do. I knelt down, put an arm around each leg and buried my face in her glistening pussy.

  “Oooh,” she shuddered as my tongue touched her velvety folds. I hadn't even known this woman an hour, yet the first part of her I was touching was her cunt. Wow!

  I quickly realized I was in for one fun sex session. Stephanie quickly became wild. She loved to talk dirty. “Oh, yes, oh, yes, lick me. Eat me!” she sighed. Her hot talk urged me on. I reached out and found her tits, which were as soft as they were big. Stephanie begged for more. “Fuck me with your tongue, baby. Use your mouth on my pussy. Eat me—eat me and make me come.” My fingers squeezed her nipples as she fucked my mouth with her boiling pussy. Stephanie screamed aloud as she reached her first orgasm.

  After about thirty seconds, she stood up, put her arms around me and slowly undressed me. It was a huge relief for my cock, which had been throbbing for what seemed like hours. She grabbed a pillow, threw it on the floor and told me to lie on the pile of lingerie she had modeled for me. “You made me come, now it's my turn to fuck you. Just lie there and let me do my magic.”