Letters to Penthouse XIV

by Letters to Penthouse XIV- It's an Open House (epub)

  She was eager for more sex, and like a sap, I accommodated her immediately rather than taking this opportunity to sweetly “torture” her a little. Instead, I plunged my hand down between her denim and her briefs. I really had to push a little to get my hand down to her vagina. Her panties were already very wet from her first orgasm, and I just rubbed up against them with the little room my hand had in the confined space of her clothing.

  I had now managed to get my hand trapped down both the back and the front of Melissa’s pants! Still, it worked out great for her. The pleasure made her bounce around, and my trapped hand was securely in place and never lost contact with her clitoris. She thrashed and moaned with excitement. Soon she was convulsing again, and my fingers felt her genitals suddenly get even more juicy.

  Now, as she relaxed and caught her breath, I had ample time to undo the rest of her fly and pull her jeans down her legs. It was then that she smiled shyly at me and said she wasn’t ready to go all the way and we should leave our underpants on. Once again I obliged the beautiful freshman. I went down on her, licking vigorously, then nibbling at her satin panties. Occasionally I would push the panties in and out of her slit, then lick her clit again. She shoved her crotch at my face, pounded her little fists against the bed and treated herself to a third orgasm.

  I so wanted to fuck her now, but she explained that she was still a virgin. Was she really? She appeared at the same time to be kind of innocent, and yet selfish and slutty. She said she even prevented her boyfriend—I’d forgotten about that jackass!—from getting too carried away by making sure that they always left some clothes on. She confided, though, that his “thing” was so long that it sometimes poked its way over the top of his shorts.

  Well, that didn’t make me feel so great, especially since, so far, she had only indifferently rubbed my dick. As you will imagine, I wanted to prove myself and take control for a change.

  She seemed a little tired, but I kissed and stroked her some more to get her heated up again. It worked, and this time as I caressed her vagina I worked a finger in her. She seemed a little startled at first, but then her face became contorted with ecstasy. I guessed that this wasn’t a first for her, no matter how innocent she acted. Still, she was hungry for experience, and could hardly stand the joy of flicking my finger.

  More juices poured out of Melissa. This time she whispered, “Hurry! I’m almost there!”

  She was shivering and tense, poised at the brink of climax. At that moment I stopped abruptly, giving her a taste of her own medicine. I quickly got on top of her light body, helped her wrap her legs around me and started to hump. She went wild with lust. We mashed our underpants together. I concentrated on keeping my cock pushed against her most sensitive spots. I felt her wetness seep onto my penis.

  As I began to ejaculate, I reached down and made sure that my cockhead was free. It felt much better that way, and I creamed all over. I had an amazing orgasm—after waiting so long!—while my young bedmate pushed demonically against me, setting her off as well. Because I’d kept her waiting too, her fourth orgasm of the night was the most intense. She cried out and rolled her head from side to side as she came in her panties. The pretty freshman was all tuckered out from sex and fell asleep next to me. I was elated.

  Although I’m sure I realized that I could never keep a girl like that for long, I couldn’t hide my shock when I called her the next week to arrange a date. She was cold and gave me some excuse about an appointment that evening with her teaching assistant. I thought, good luck to him, the bastard!—N.O., Springfield, Massachusetts

  SHE GETS HIM BY WINNING A BET, THEN WAITS EIGHT YEARS TO WIN ANOTHER ONE

  All through high school I’d had a big crush on this guy named Mickey. I was totally infatuated with his all-American good looks, tan skin, athletic build and gorgeous brown eyes. I had made it very clear on several occasions that I wanted him. He was very shy and quiet, but there were occasional playful glances and a few instances of mild flirting—just games, really—so I kind of knew that the feeling was mutual. Unfortunately, the timing was never quite right for us to get together, and we never did.

  It wasn’t until a few years after high school graduation that we finally did manage to hook up. One night I was hanging out with a few of my male friends, one of whom was Mickey. We were driving around downtown in my car, trying to find somewhere that we could just hang out and drink a few beers (in this particular town places like that are few and far between).

  I finally told the gang that I knew about a secluded place on a quiet boulevard where we could all go for a while. With a disbelieving smirk on his face, Mickey, who was sitting beside me, said, “Yeah, right. If you can find a secluded place on the boulevard, I’ll do anything you want!”

  The guys in the back seat laughed and rolled their eyes, but my pussy was telling me that this was the night! I did know a spot, a dark parking lot behind some buildings that was deserted at night. I put the pedal to the floor, and we were there in a jiffy. “Is this secluded enough?” I asked as we got out of the car.

  Without any hesitation, Mickey grabbed the beer and handed it to our friends. “Go take a walk. A long walk …” he said.

  I tried to act cool, but it was difficult. My heart was racing, my nipples were hard and I was well past the point of being ready. Without another word, Mickey grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. I could feel his cock pressing through his pants. My heart raced when he kissed me for the first time. It was without a doubt the most loving and passionate kiss I’d ever experienced.

  Shivers ran down my spine as Mickey picked me up and set me down on the trunk of my car. He lifted up my skirt and pulled my panties aside, exposing me to him fully as I just closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. He bent down and his tongue immediately penetrated my cunt. Strangely, it felt both cool and warm as he moved it up and down, licking my pussy and clit with his thick, fat tongue. I moaned and giggled at the same time, and that’s when I came.

  I sat up immediately and kissed him so that I could taste my cunt juice. I think he liked that. Knowing that our time was limited before our drunken idiot friends would be back to interrupt us, Mickey wasted no time sticking his cock inside me. It was larger than I was used to, but I was so wet that it went in with no problem. I moaned with pleasure and looked deep into his dark, sexy eyes. We both released years of built-up sexual tension as we came simultaneously. Our time together was short, but it was oh so sweet—and it was definitely worth the wait!

  Mickey quickly buttoned up his pants as I pulled down my short brown skirt. “My God, you felt so good,” he said quietly.

  “I wish I won bets more often,” I said, straightening my clothes out with a huge smile on my face. I was on cloud nine, knowing I would remember that night for years to come.

  And it was indeed years to come. Though we kept in touch and saw each other occasionally, it wasn’t until eight years later that Mickey and I got together again, when the two of us and some other old acquaintances spent the day with a mutual friend who was in town for a visit.

  The day we spent together was really fun. We all joked and laughed about old times, and eventually the topic of our “boulevard bet” came up. We spoke of it casually at first, but then I looked over and noticed Mickey watching me intently. “You know, I really enjoyed that night,” he said finally, his gaze not quite meeting mine.

  My heart raced. But that had happened such a long time ago, I figured, and I didn’t have any reason to think that it would ever happen again. But that night I just couldn’t think of anything else. I was so incredibly horny that I even got off on my pillow—twice. Even that didn’t help, though. I wanted him again, and I thought that he wanted me, too. The next day I finally gave in and called him. I knew he was out on a camping trip with some of his friends that day, but I eventually managed to reach him on his cell phone.

  “I was hoping you would call me,” he told me quietly. “You’ll never believe it. The guys and I have a bet go
ing.”

  “Oh, no, not another bet,” I laughed. “What’s it about this time?”

  “The guys said you’d call me and want to get together again. If we do, then I lose and I have to fetch beer for them for the next twenty-four hours.”

  “Well, I guess we probably shouldn’t get together then,” I said, teasing him as well as myself.

  “Oh, but that’s okay with me, because I win either way!” Mickey said.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “If we don’t, they have to get me a beer any time I want one,” he explained. “But if we do, then I get to spend the night with you, and I really win!”

  It was obvious to me that was what he genuinely wanted, and I had a really good feeling about it. He invited me to come out and meet him at the campsite.

  When I got to the campground we took a walk around. It was dark and quiet, though there were still a few people around. We went down to the river hand in hand. The air was warm and the water was extremely cold. We waded in a little way, and then Mickey grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up onto a large rock. It was the perfect spot, and I suspected he had scoped it out well ahead of time.

  He pulled my sweatpants off. As he set them down beside me, one of the legs fell into the water. He pulled it out and touched it to my left breast through my sweatshirt, which sent shivers down my spine and made my nipples stiffen and swell. We kissed, gently at first, and then gradually harder and more intensely. I was getting moister by the minute—and not from the water! My pussy actually felt hot, and the touch of his fingers on it intensified the sensation. I reached down to grab his bulging cock. I had forgotten how big and perfect it was. I had dreamed about this very moment so often and for so long—ever since that encounter years earlier—that I couldn’t wait to have him inside me again.

  It was starting to rain slightly. I took off my sweatshirt and Mickey began sucking on my nipples. He kept teasing them with his tongue and with his cold, wet hands, then nibbled at them tenderly as I ran my fingers along the length of his hard penis. I noticed a small amount of pre-come on the tip and bent down to lick it off. His head went back in ecstasy. I can’t begin to describe how sweet-tasting he was!

  My passion was intensifying until it became almost unbearable. I lay back down on the rock as Mickey stood in the river. He pulled my legs up to his shoulders and put his cock deep inside me, steadying himself with his hands on my ass. That triggered an instant orgasm, which had me moaning and gasping for air.

  It began to rain harder by then, and lightning flashed and thunder clapped in the distance. The storm was moving closer, which only increased the intensity of our lovemaking. Mickey pumped his cock in and out of me, faster and faster, and the feeling of the hard rock against my back and the cold, fresh air hitting my face and breasts only added to my pleasure.

  Mickey stood between my legs and continued pushing himself into my cunt. The droplets of rain mixed with the sweat he was working up as he fucked me, grabbing his cock and pulling out until only the thick, round head was still lodged inside me. The faster he fucked me the closer I got to having another orgasm, and the closer I got to coming again the more loudly I started to moan.

  By that time Mickey was moaning, too, and his face showed his total satisfaction. I couldn’t hold back any longer and let go, coming again and again, until finally he pulled out, had his orgasm and squirted a huge load all over my heaving stomach.

  The lightning was getting a little too close for comfort by then, so we ran up the riverbank and got into the tent for shelter. My hair was dripping wet and I knew I looked a mess, but it didn’t matter. We dried off and got together for at least three more hours of intense probing, licking and fucking. It was another memorable night. And for all I know, that memory might have to keep me entertained for another eight years—unless I can come up with another good bet. It’s a good thing I like to gamble!—Name and address withheld

  HE PICKED HER UP IN A BAR AND FOUND THAT SHE LIKED IT QUICK, NASTY AND PUBLIC

  One Saturday night I was driving around aimlessly, and finally ended up at a club called Diamond Jim’s. I decided to check it out, thinking it was a titty bar which, the bartender later told me it had been a few years before.

  I went in and sat at the bar. About three drinks later a woman walked in who immediately stoked my fire. She was a Latin-looking lady with long black hair, a short black skirt and matching high-heeled shoes. She sat at a table halfway across the room, her slender body turned a little bit toward the bar.

  I got a feeling she wanted company, and following my instinct I got up and approached her. With her permission, I sat down at her table and we made small talk. She told me her name was Elena. I told her I was single, and she said she was legally separated. She told me she usually went to bed early, but had come to the bar that night because she couldn’t get to sleep. She was visiting a friend who, like me, lived on the other side of town.

  When I asked her what she liked to do she gave me a sly grin and replied, “Do you mean what would I like to do right now?”

  I didn’t take this bait, explaining that I was asking about her hobbies and so forth. I don’t remember what she said they were. A few minutes later she broke off the conversation by looking me in the eye and asking, “Can I be blunt with you for a second?”

  I said she could, then braced myself. She paused and then said, “I want to know why you sat with me.”

  “Because I find you attractive,” I replied.

  “Do you think I’m attractive because I’m wearing a short skirt?” she inquired.

  “No,” I said. “I just think you’re cute. You’re a very pretty woman.”

  “Hmmm,” she responded with a gleam in her eyes. Then she said, “Would you like to go outside with me and fuck?”

  Of course my instinct was to say yes immediately, but I hesitated. I couldn’t believe I was so lucky, but Elena assured me that there were no strings attached. We left the bar right then.

  Outside, we walked to a dark corner behind the building, but we were still visible from the adjacent street and from any vehicles leaving the parking lot. I suggested we go somewhere more private, but Elena said, “No. Right here is fine,” adding that our visibility turned her on. “Let’s see what you have,” she murmured. “Do you think you can satisfy me?”

  As I pulled out my dick she made a sound of approval. I lifted her skirt and was thrilled—but not too surprised—to see that she wasn’t wearing panties. I tried to enter her but wasn’t quite ready. I explained that I needed some foreplay to get things going.

  I usually like a lot of foreplay, including sexual teasing. I also like a lot of sexy talk, hugging, kissing and stroking when I have sex. As I see it, a sexual encounter is to be savored, not rushed. But that wasn’t the time or place for a marathon fuck, and Elena seemed like she was only interested in the basics, anyway. She bent down and sucked my dick until it was up and ready. When I was more relaxed, I turned her around and nailed her from the rear.

  While fucking her, I stroked her hair and every inch of her body. Her hot pussy engulfed my dick as her mouth had a few minutes before. I moved faster, squeezing her ass and watching her sweet pussy lips gripping my cock as it moved in and out of her.

  I whispered in her ear, “You’re so damn sexy. Your pussy feels so good. So nice and tight.”

  Aside from everything else she had going for her, Elena was very vocal. “Yes, fuck me,” she panted. “I’m so wet. I want to feel you come inside me. I love the way it feels. It’s all warm and sticky. Oooh, fuck me!”

  That I did until I came. Her pussy full of come, she said, “Yes, now I can get to sleep.”

  We walked back to the bar entrance. She asked whether I wanted to go back inside with her, but I declined. We’d both gotten what we came for, so we exchanged good-byes.

  I stood alone in the parking lot for a minute, and then I reconsidered and went back inside and took a look for her. I was thinking with my dick, wondering if
there might not be an opportunity for an intense sexual relationship there. But when I looked around the bar, she was nowhere in sight. I assumed she’d already gone home to sleep.

  Since that encounter, I’ve imagined us meeting again by chance, but it hasn’t happened. I’ve imagined her fantasizing about our encounter, playing with her pussy while replaying the scene in her head. I’ve imagined her masturbating later that morning, and then licking our come from her fingertips.

  I wonder if Elena had public sex before, or whether she’s had it since, or whether it’s something that she does all the time. I wonder if she’s told anybody about our encounter. And I wonder if she’ll ever read this letter.—R.F., Chillicothe, Ohio

  ONCE THEY DECIDED TO GO BEYOND FRIENDSHIP, THEY REALLY WENT ALL THE WAY

  I’d been after Minnie for years—sort of. It had become something of a joke between us, and I think we lost track of whether or not we were serious about it a long time ago. We’re both happily married, and we have been for years. There’s never been any joking around about us running away together or anything. Everything basically started because we talked together a lot about this and that, and we finally came to the conclusion that we were probably the last two people in the world who would ever cheat on our spouses.

  “We’re just too boring,” I remember saying to Minnie once. “But if you ever decide to do it, promise you’ll cheat with me.” She promised she would, and we both laughed. That’s how it all started. I guess we had to establish that we were safe from that kind of thing before we could really begin to discuss our deepest feelings together. Minnie always confided in me when she was getting fed up with her husband A1, and I would go to her if I was having trouble with my wife Anne. We’d blow off a little steam, complain about our spouses for a while and then we’d both go home and make up with them.

  Before we parted, though, we always made our standard running joke about how we ought to go to bed with each other and just get it over with once and for all. “If I were as compatible with A1 as I am with you,” Minnie once told me, “we wouldn’t have these little discussions.”