Letters to Penthouse XIV
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After finishing my coffee, with some reluctance I get dressed. Since it’s so warm out, I throw on just a short T-shirt (no bra) and a tight miniskirt (no panties). Now I’m ready to venture out and strut my stuff.
It really is hot. I put the top down on my convertible. Then I carefully adjust my seat belt so it enhances my bust. I feel the sun beating down on my head, and crank up the stereo. With the tunes rocking and the wind flying through my hair, I cruise to a nearby pool hall, where I am surprised by the number of cars I find parked in the parking lot. I don’t pay much attention to the cars. I just think of the men they have brought here. I hope that inside I will find one who can perhaps satisfy the sexual hunger that is consuming me.
I put up the convertible roof and strut lewdly toward the entrance. I fling the outer doors open and pass from the bright sunshine to the relative darkness of the room inside. It takes awhile for my eyes to adjust. The smell of beer and stale cigarette smoke soothes my senses. I look for my first hopeful.
Walking over to the nearest table, I feel every man’s gaze burning into me. I walk to the wall and grab a cue. I chalk the tip as suggestively as I can. You twirl the cue in my fingers as you approach the table.
“Care to play?” you ask.
“Why, certainly,” I reply.
I walk behind you while you rack the balls up. I enjoy the view of your ass, and even give it a squeeze before proceeding to the other end of the table. I bend over, giving you a good view of my breasts down the front of my shirt as I prepare to break. I give you a devilish smile as I smack the balls in motion.
I now walk toward you to prepare for my next shot. As I bend over the table again, you can see the bottom of my ass cheeks. You find this stimulating, and can’t resist slipping your hand under my skirt and giving a manly squeeze. I let out a squeal of delight.
Feeling frisky, I purposely back my ass into your crotch and wiggle my ass as I continue shooting, sinking ball after ball. I feel your cock growing through your skintight jeans. What a delicious feeling! I take my cue and stroke it lovingly, hoping to leave no doubt of my passion for big hard shafts. I miss my next shot and make a gesture with my hand that it’s your play.
As you bend over the table, I walk up behind you, reach my hand between your legs and gently squeeze your balls. You find this invigorating. You back your ass up against my arm, allowing me to reach your cock. I obligingly give it a friendly squeeze. I let out a breathy “Hmm.” I am no longer interested in the game—at least not the game of pool!—and neither are you.
You stand up and look around the room to see if anyone is looking. Then you cup my breast with one hand and reach under my skirt with the other. I’m very hot and wet. My nipples are fully erect from the touch of your hand. You give me a strong kiss on the lips, and squeeze my breast at the same time. I let out a groan of passion. I am so-o-o horny! As we are intertwined with the kiss, I reach down and grope your cock. I start to unbutton your fly. But you stop me.
Shocked, I step away and look you in the eyes. Could I have been wrong? Did you not want the same thing as I did? I am overwhelmed with feelings of rejection. You take my hand and lead me to a secluded corner of the room. It is there that the passion begins.
You place me up against the wall facing you and lower yourself to your knees. Lifting my skirt, you begin to lavishly nibble and suck on my clit. I groan with desire. I throw my head back and enjoy every sensation while lifting one of my legs and placing it on your shoulder. You then reach around and place your hands on my ass and squeeze firmly. I press my pussy harder against your face. I feel myself building fast to an ultimate climax.
Just as I begin to reach my peak, you stop. I take a deep breath. Your face is dotted with my love juices. I moan and plead with you to finish me. You smile. We kiss again passionately. I lick the drops of my juices from your face.
I reach down and unbutton your pants, freeing your throbbing cock. I take it in my hand. It’s so hard, so eager to be loved. I gently pull myself away, never letting go. We turn, and now you are leaning against the wall. Eager to receive the benefit of my talents.
I go to my knees. I lick the tip of your cock, while still stroking your shaft with my hand. I give it a squeeze, allowing droplets of your come to escape. I lap these up greedily. Now I wrap my lips around the end and take you deep in the back of my throat. My mouth feels hot around your cock. You place your hands on my head for the ride, as I bob up and down your shaft, slowly at first, then picking up speed. I rub your balls with my hand in perfect synchronization with the strokes I make with my mouth, giving you extreme pleasure. I feel your manhood swelling and stiffening as I receive it deep in my throat.
Finally I suck you so hard that you explode. I swallow every drop. You become weak, but I don’t stop. I continue the rhythm of my mouth on your cock and my hands on your balls, until you become hard once again. You are amazed that this can be done!
But I still need release. You stand me up and kiss my neck and face while fingering me. I am soaking wet from my arousal. I whisper in your ear that I need to be fucked. You oblige by bending me over the pool table, which is only inches away. I hike up my skirt and spread my legs wide, allowing you to have full access to my pussy. You enter me, and I let out a moan. You pull out and tease me with the tip of your cock. I dig my nails into the fabric of the table while begging you to penetrate me fully. I need to be fucked, I tell you, and fucked hard.
You are making me crazy. Finally you pound your cock deep in me. I start to breathe heavily and moan. You grab my hips and pump me faster and faster. I feel myself ready to explode. Wanting the release, I encourage you to quicken the pace. I bounce against your groin, making sure that you hit every area of my inner pussy. I spread my legs as far as I can, so you can go deeper with each stroke. Eventually I explode. You keep pounding me and reach around and fondle my clit, increasing the intensity of my orgasm. We continue this motion until you fill me once again. Finally drained, we separate.
Every nerve in my body tingles. My legs shake from exhaustion. You help me to a booth and sit me down. As we wait for the waitress, we look around the room and notice that no one was even watching us while we had sex. We both giggle at the thought of what a fine pair of sexual exhibitionists we are—apparently we couldn’t even manage to get caught in the act! It certainly wasn’t for want of trying.
You reach down and stroke my pussy lightly, and it’s like electric-shock treatment. You barely brush my clit, and that sends total shivers through me. I in turn reach down and give your satisfied cock a gentle squeeze. We kiss passionately again. I feel myself getting wet again. You pull your head away and smile. We both know that we will be doing it again soon. Real soon.
The waitress comes with the drinks. As we take time to allow our bodies to luxuriate in the exhaustion from our lovemaking, we watch the other people in the pool hall. There must be something in the air that arouses us. You lean over and nibble on my ear. I let out a slight moan. I’m amazed at how horny I am. I tilt my head back, exposing my neck. You suck gently on it. I am getting wetter and wetter by the second, and suggest that we leave so we can be alone. You agree.
As we step out into the parking lot, you grab my ass and give it a squeeze. As if I needed to be excited more! We race to my car. I start it up and put the roof down. I want desperately to be naked, and tell you so. You hike up my skirt. As we pull out of the lot, you lean down and give my wet pussy a kiss.
“More!” I scream. “I want more!”
You bury your tongue in my opening. We approach a stoplight, and I tell you that you should really lift your head up—not really wanting you to. You decide that it would be better if you continue, and you start to flick my clit with your tongue. I giggle from sheer pleasure. My giggle attracts the attention of the occupants of the car beside us. I don’t care. I just want you to continue. You make a mumbling sound I can’t understand, but I feel the vibration, which excites me even more.
I know that I must pull off a
nd have you continue with what you are doing. I want us to be alone. Once the light turns green, I step heavily on the gas, which causes the tires to squeal. I throw my head back and laugh as we quickly pull away from the other cars. The whole time, you continue to fondle my clit and pussy with your loving tongue. I speed through town to a secluded spot by the lake. It is only when we are there that you stop.
We climb out of the car. You reach in the back seat and grab the blanket that is conveniently there for such an occasion. You follow me as I venture toward the water. You lay the blanket out and suggest that I join you. I’m too frisky to stay still. I start to perform a striptease for you. I begin by lifting my T-shirt slowly to expose my breasts. You lie on your side, hold your head in your bent arm and watch the show. I now remove my shirt completely and rub it against my erect nipples. I toss you the shirt. You catch it and smell the sweet perfume it holds.
As I continue to dance, I fondle my breasts, then slide my hands down toward my crotch. I reach under my skirt and rub the inside of my thighs while bending my knees to a right angle. You bend your head down to take a peek at my dripping pussy. I stand up so as not to ruin the show and turn my back toward you and lift my skirt, exposing my beautiful ass. I bend over so you get a good view of my ass and pussy. In this position, I insert a finger in my pussy, moving it slowly in and out. I am getting wetter and breathing harder. The sun keeps my half-naked body warm.
I remove my finger so I can release myself from my skirt. As it falls to my ankles, I step out of it gracefully, without missing a beat of the music that is playing in my head. I casually kick the skirt aside and now stand fully naked in front of you, stroking myself with my hands in what I believe is a very erotic way. It must be working. You become extremely hard and have to undo your pants to be comfortable.
I take that as an invitation to join you on the blanket. Once I lie down, there is no stopping us from exploring each other with our hands and mouths. You roll me on my back and bury your face in my clean-shaven pussy. I squirm as your tongue burrows deep in my waiting hole. You blow gently, almost bringing me to orgasm. I want to suck you while you nibble on my clit. I turn my body to gain access to your wonderful cock. I take it deep in my mouth and suck it passionately.
With my lips stroking your cock, I squeeze your balls gently, and drops of come escape from it. Never before have I tasted anything so salty yet so sweet. I want more. Suddenly you stop and turn yourself so you’re lying on your back. I take this opportunity to straddle you. I tease your cock by allowing only your tip to enter my dripping cunt. You grab my hips and try to have me impale myself totally on you. Not being able to resist, I allow you to fully enter me.
We begin those beautiful rhythmical strokes. I reach down and lovingly squeeze your balls in synchronization. I feel myself building to an overwhelming orgasm, and when you insert your cock, I feel you getting harder and harder. We both quicken the pace and break into a sweet sweat. I start to explode, and you splash wildly inside me as your cock releases. We both moan and grunt wildly.
The outdoor quiet is broken by our sounds of pleasure. I collapse on your chest, still breathing heavily. You wrap your arms around me. I feel fully satisfied now, as do you. We lie exhausted on the blanket, letting the sun dry us off. We’ve accomplished what others only dream out in fantasies.
I lay my head on your chest and become mesmerized by the beating of your heart. You stroke my hair away from my face, lean over and give me a passionate kiss. After what seems like only a brief moment in time, we dress and head back to the bar, where I drop you off at your car.
We look deep in each other’s eyes, both of us knowing that our paths may never cross again and yet neither of us will ever forget our rendezvous today. We kiss one last time and go our separate ways.—L.R., Montreal, Quebec
HE CAMPAIGNS TO PUT SOME “GIVE” BACK IN THE GIVE-AND-TAKE OF SEX
I met Melissa while I was studying law at a large university. I always gazed at the adorable undergraduates walking around campus. Although I was almost thirty years old, I remained shy and rather inexperienced, and rarely spoke to these girls. Yet their beauty brought tears to my eyes.
Then one day I was sitting alone in a popular coffeehouse reading when Melissa asked if she might sit at my table, since there were no free ones left. I vividly remember my first glance at her face: She had the “Brooke look.” I mean that she reminded me of Brooke Shields as a teenager. She looked gorgeous—very young and innocent, but friendly. She had big green eyes, black hair and small, even teeth. Honest to God, I found out later that she had been a part-time model.
Under the circumstances, I was barely able to stammer out a “Sure.” She sat, and we talked. She had a captivating habit of looking straight in my eyes as she chatted. I found out that she had just started at the honors college a month ago. I discovered, much to my delight, that she seemed to feast off of my opinions, and I advised her freely about classes, extracurriculars, you name it. I managed to stay nonchalant when she talked happily about her boyfriend.
Of course she had a boyfriend, I thought. She’s beautiful and smart. Nevertheless, I flirted as much as I could, and as we got to know each other better, she admitted that her boyfriend went to another school and they had “agreed to see other people.”
I offered to walk her back to her dorm. She let me and then, at the dorm entrance, smiled and said, “Can I call you sometime?”
Impossible, I mused. There’s no way she’ll ever call. But within a week, I heard her soft voice on my answering machine.
Next we had a wonderful casual date. God knows why, she seemed impressed with me. She even seemed truly excited to ride in my sports car. I had resigned myself to the fact that guys expressed a hell of a lot more interest in it than women did. I definitely hadn’t bought it to lure models! I liked Melissa too, but what primarily impressed me was her face and her compact, delicious body. I craved her. At the end of that casual first date she gave me one paltry good-night kiss, but it left me grinning for days.
On casual date number three, she wore tight black jeans and a little sweater that highlighted her flat stomach by ending right above her navel. I finally got her back to my room. Fortunately, she was a little nervous too. She was breathing quickly—although still looking right at me—and that gave me confidence.
We started to kiss on the couch. At first, she just tentatively poked her tongue in my mouth. I was thinking already, I wonder if she’s still a virgin. She was definitely holding back a little. Nevertheless, as if she had planned everything and wanted to stay in command, she asked if I wanted to give her a massage! She pulled off her sweater and quickly rolled on her stomach.
I couldn’t believe my luck at getting this pretty eighteen-year-old in the sack. But I had a couple of problems, since I had never screwed such a slim, small-breasted girl before.
To begin with, I couldn’t find a clasp on the back of her sports bra, so I just caressed along the thin band of it, along with her shoulders and back.
Then I figured that I’d reach my hands slightly inside the back of her jeans. I could see the outline of her bikini underpants through them, and I wanted to stroke her just down to that line. But her jeans were so damned tight, I couldn’t do it. My hand got stuck, and I had to take it out!
I was so horny now, I turned her over and, without much pretense at massage, started to touch her cute little breasts through the sports bra, marveling at how the Calvin Klein insignia circled her taut pale skin. But I still didn’t know how to deal with the bra. I wondered if I could casually hoist it up over her head. Unsure, I just lifted it over her tits.
She immediately sat up and climbed on my knee. I leaned forward and kissed her nipple, then sucked softly on it. As it got hard, she let out a little sigh and started to rock back and forth on my leg. I sucked for all I was worth, and as she got more and more aroused, she ground her crotch into my knee. I held her by the hips, and she enjoyed the friction and sucking.
As always, though
, she wanted to orchestrate things, whispering, “Keep going, just like this.”
So I did, and she humped away, eyes now closed. Soon she let out a few gasps, whispered something unintelligible and moaned. She shuddered as she came in her jeans. After a few moments, she smiled and said, remarkably, that she thought it was time to go—she had to study or something!
She was an incredible cock-tease, I realized, but what could I do? I was already under her spell. I let her dress and go without a word of surprise or disagreement. At least I’d gotten to second base. I became frenzied to arrange another date, and this time I vowed to go farther.
On that next date, though, I had still more delicious stuff to learn. We were back in my room, on my bed. Both of us were slightly drunk. This time I pulled off Melissa’s shirt to find a green satin bra with a front clasp. I had never tackled one of these front-openers before, but after taking a deep breath, I moved my slightly trembling hands to her chest and unsnapped the bra on the first try!
As before, I concentrated on her delight. Once again she perched on my knee, and I watched as she gyrated, gasped, murmured something and came. Now was my chance.
Before she could leap off the bed, my hands were at her waist and I undid the top button of her tight CK blue jeans while rolling her on her back. Much to my chagrin, the jeans were button-fly. I had never owned a pair of button-fly jeans or had occasion to strip them off any girl, so I didn’t realize that you could just pull down and unbutton all the buttons at once.
I fumbled with the first damn brass rivet until, after what seemed like eternity, I managed to guide it through the buttonhole. As I forged ahead to the next metal button, my fingers brushed against the waistband of Melissa’s bikini, which matched her bra.
She thought I was going so slowly in order to tease her, and she started to squirm with lust. “Hurry up!” she whispered urgently. “Make me come!”