Letters to Penthouse XVI

by Penthouse International

  As he lay on his back catching his breath, I continued to lick and kiss that pulsating cock. He wasn’t quite hard anymore, but he wasn’t exactly going limp either. As he recovered I cuddled up next to him and nibbled at his earlobes while trailing my hand up and down his body, pumping his dick every now and then just to keep his attention.

  It wasn’t long before he had his second wind, and we began all over again. Then it was his turn to lay me down and massage my body. Starting with my shoulders, he rubbed his hands down my back, letting his fingers graze the sides of my breasts along the way, until he reached the curves of my ass. He parted my legs and traced the edge of my pussy with his fingertips. I was already wet with desire when he slipped a finger inside me. I thrust my muff against his hand.

  He rolled me over so he could have better access and again parted my legs. With a devilish grin he set out to tease me as I had teased him. First he lowered his head between my thighs so I could feel his breath against my pussy. I lifted my hips, inviting him to taste me, but he wouldn’t give me the satisfaction. He figured that turnabout was fair play, so he deliberately pulled away from my cunt, sliding his face down one thigh and up the other. As I began to writhe before him, he parted my pussy lips and stroked his tongue along my clit. By that time it wouldn’t have taken much for me to come, and he knew it.

  Using a beautiful combination of his hands and his tongue, he brought me right to the edge of orgasm again and again. I felt like a tightly drawn bow, waiting for release. Just when it seemed as if I couldn’t take it anymore, he plunged his finger into me and sucked my clit at the same time. I almost passed out from the pleasure. My hands gripped the bed as I squirmed in ecstasy, my joyous moans filling the room. He held me closely until I came back down to earth, stroking my body as it continued to tremble under his touch.

  When I was finally able to move again, I pulled myself up and straddled his hips, ready for another bout. Since we had both already come once, we could take our time and enjoy ourselves. Poised above him, I could feel his cock coming back to life as I rubbed the head against my wet pussy. Needing to prolong the passion, I slowly lowered myself onto the hot, throbbing pole that waited at my entrance. We both moaned loudly, savoring the sensation as I took him in. I gave him a brief squeeze with my pussy before I started moving my hips in little circles.

  I leaned forward and we exchanged deep, passionate kisses, our tongues fucking each other’s mouth in rhythm with our bodies. My hair hung like a thin canopy around our faces, allowing only the faintest flicker of candlelight to reach our eyes. He buried his fingers in my hair and pulled me closer, thrusting his body upward to meet my hips. We started to move faster, but I wasn’t ready to finish what we had just begun. I pulled away from him and sat up, slowing my movements. I didn’t stop completely, I just eased off enough so that we could both calm down a bit. It felt fantastic. I trailed my nails lightly down his chest, again causing him to shiver. Then I was ready for something new.

  I pulled away from him swiftly, ignoring his moans of disappointment. Keeping him on his back, I turned around and faced away from him and then guided his cock back into me. My sudden inspiration paid off. Being penetrated at this new angle sent us both on the road to another orgasm. We started moving together with a strong rhythm. With each stroke he thrust deeper inside me and I swiveled my hips from side to side, trying to draw him in as deep as I could.

  Even though we wanted this to go on forever, we couldn’t hold back. I rode him faster and faster, feeling like I would just explode if I didn’t come soon. I reached down and caressed his balls just before he cried out that he was coming. The feeling of his cock pumping inside me pushed me over the edge. I clamped down on his cock with my tight wet pussy, milking every last drop of come out of him. I don’t know how long I stayed in that position, but finally I slid off and we started to cuddle again, basking in the afterglow of our love.

  —F. W., Bowling Green, Kentucky

  TO WIN BACK HIS GIRLFRIEND HE PROMISES HER ORAL SEX, AND DELIVERS THAT AND MORE

  It’s been about four months since I broke up with my ex-girlfriend Gretchen, a very attractive girl who is about five feet tall with great 36C tits and sexy legs. She can be very sweet when she wants to be, and even after our breakup, I continued to find her irresistible each time I saw her.

  Last week I invited her to my apartment, and she agreed to come. I was hoping she wanted me as much as I wanted her and that we would be able to get it on. The one thing I had never done with her was to eat her out, and I knew that if she could have asked for one thing when we were together it would be for me to lick her pussy and clit until she sprayed her juices all over my face. I am pretty sure about this, because I derived so much satisfaction when she would suck my dick until I came down her throat. I’d never gone down on her though, thinking that it wasn’t manly or something I guess. But now I felt differently.

  Gretchen was lying on my bed, watching a soap opera and looking so sexy I just couldn’t stand it. I leaned over and said that I really wanted her, and that I was ready to eat her out and please her any way she wanted. I even said we that didn’t have to fuck if she didn’t want to (she was especially surprised to hear that). At first she was hesitant, but I convinced her that I was sincere and she finally agreed.

  I pulled down her pants and got to work. Gretchen was soon twisting around on the bed and moaning so loudly that I knew I must be doing it well. I licked her in every possible position as she screamed in satisfaction. I even asked her to tell me just how she wanted it.

  Meanwhile I was hard as a rock and eager to stick my dick in her. Soon Gretchen was begging to taste me, saying it had been too long since she had me in her mouth. I tore off my pants and turned around so that we were in a 69, and she starting sucking the hell out of my prick. I could feel her trying to take it all in her mouth, and it felt so good that we were both moaning.

  After about thirty minutes of sucking and licking, and numerous climaxes for Gretchen, I got up and flipped her into the doggie-style position and put my dick in her pussy. Her cunt accepted me easily, and I pushed into her all the way until she said that she could feel me in her belly. She yelled out my name as I fucked her as hard as I could from behind. I was happy that I was still able to excite her so much, and when I asked her if she liked what I was doing she shouted that she loved it and begged me to fuck her harder. We enjoyed this for a good half hour before I exploded with an intensity I hadn’t experienced for a long while, yelling and twitching in total satisfaction.

  Since then Gretchen and I have been fucking a lot, and I’m hoping we’re headed for a permanent reconciliation.

  —D.S., Sante Fe, New Mexico

  THE HONEYMOON MAY BE OVER, BUT THE PASSION SURE ISN’T FOR THIS HAPPY COUPLE

  Anyone who thinks that the passion goes out of a marriage once you’re no longer newlyweds is dead wrong. My wife and I have as good a sex life now, after seven years of marriage, as we did when we first started dating back in college.

  Mia and I had just celebrated our wedding anniversary the way we always have: with an intimate dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant. When we got back home we exchanged presents and sat down with a bottle of wine before going to bed. While we were talking, Mia asked me—jokingly, I thought—if I was feeling any “seven year itch” yet. I assured her I wasn’t and set out to prove it with more than just words.

  After drinking a toast to the success of our union, I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, laying little kisses on her neck while I tickled her tummy. Slipping her skirt down past her hips, I moved one hand up to her tits, which measure a full 38C, and let my other hand trail through her bush until I split her lips and dove into her cunt.

  With a finger barely inside her to the knuckle, I could feel the first signs of dampness forming between her thighs. I dipped deeper into her well and drew the moisture out and began rubbing her clit while my cock began to t
hrob against her ass-cheeks. When she moved her arm back to pull my head closer, I spun her around, gave her a long kiss and put her hands on my belt, knowing that she’d pick up on the hint.

  Once she had my pants undone and my zipper down, she reached inside my boxers and started fondling my cock. Mia took a step back and sat down on the bed, replacing my finger with her own while I removed my pants completely. Her cunt gets very wet when she’s horny, and that night was no exception. I took her fingers and wrapped them around my cock until I was slick with her juice. Then I laid her back against the pillows and went to work.

  I straddled Mia’s stomach and bent down to take a nipple in my mouth, giving it little licks and sucks before I positioned myself between her tits. I began to mount her breasts, thrusting myself into her ample cleavage. Mia’s always up for a good tit-fuck and she instinctively held her breasts tightly around my prick, bending her head down in the hope that she could catch a taste when my cock neared her mouth.

  But I gave her something else to concentrate on when I reached back and stated diddling her clit with a free hand, removing it only to use some of her moisture to keep my prick wet.

  Mia kept her tits clamped around my cock as I humped her, squeezing her nipples while I continued working her pussy. After a few minutes she begged me to stop playing with her. “Oh God damn,” she moaned, “just fuck my tits for me, baby. Do it. You can make me come later.”

  I took my cock in my hand and got ready to lay a clot of come on her neck. When I was ready to blow I started humping those globes faster and faster until the come spat out of my cock, landing square on her throat. As soon as I recovered I moved down the bed and dove into her pussy, lapping up the thick, musky froth that had formed between her lips. A few minutes of cunt-lapping was all it took before my baby came, her moans filling my ears as she wrapped her legs tightly around me and stroked my head the way I love it so much.

  When we were lying quietly in each other’s arms and winding down afterwards, I looked over at my wife and confessed that yes, I really did have a case of the seven year itch—and she was the only one who could scratch it.

  —D.B., Shoreview, Minnesota

  A NIGHT OUT AT A DISCO LEADS TO A LIFETIME OF DANCING IN THE SHEETS

  There are lots of wonderful sex stories I could share, but right now let me tell you how I met my husband.

  My boyfriend and I had a huge fight, and I moved out to stay with my sister until I could find a place of my own. One night I was feeling really down in the dumps, and a few friends came over. When they saw the mood I was in they told me to get dressed, because they were taking me out.

  I wasn’t really feeling up to being social, but with a little nagging they finally talked me into it. I put on the slinkiest dress I had, thinking that if my boyfriend saw me he was going to be sorry he’d lost me. At the time I was five-foot-five and weighed one-hundred fifty pounds with a 38C chest. I chose a strapless black dress that stopped just above the knees, and let my hair hang down past my shoulders. I looked great.

  I have to admit that night out was just what I needed to get my mind off things. My friends and I went to a nightclub and sat at the bar. We ordered some wine, and when the band played some up-tempo numbers my friends persuaded me to get up and dance.

  The music was hot and I started feeling better. As we were dancing I could feel someone staring at me, and one of my girlfriends said that there was a guy who looked like a Greek god watching me from the bar. I thought she was kidding, but when I snuck a peek at the bar, I saw him. Sure enough, he was a Greek god! He had shoulder-length blond hair and the deepest blue eyes I’d ever seen. When his gaze caught mine, he nodded “Hello” to me and lifted his glass.

  I told my friends I was tired and went back to sit at the bar. A few minutes later they came over to tell me they’d met some guys and were going to a party. They asked if I wanted to go, but I said no, I’d just call a cab to take me home. They took off with their newfound friends, and I stayed behind to feel sorry for myself.

  No sooner had they left than the bartender set a fresh glass of wine in front of me, saying it was from the guy at the end of the bar, who wanted to know if he could join me. Why not, I thought, and said yes. In a minute, the Greek god was sitting beside me.

  We introduced ourselves and talked and laughed for a while, and then he asked if I liked to dance. The band was playing a slow song, and he held me close as we moved together. We ended up dancing to every slow number until closing time. I told Chuck I wanted to call a cab, but he asked if he could take me home, saying it would be cheaper than a taxi. After a second’s hesitation, I agreed, and we walked to the parking lot. You may think I was crazy to get in a car with a man I didn’t know from Adam, but for some odd reason I felt safe with him. There was just something about him that made me feel comfortable.

  Chuck held the door open for me before getting in the driver’s side. He turned on the radio, and a Billy Joel song was playing, which happened to be the same song we’d just been dancing to. Chuck looked over at me and said, “That must be our song.” I just looked at him as if to say, we just met and we already have a song? But actually I thought it was kind of nice.

  Chuck started the car and started the trip to my place. We talked for a while during the drive, and then he asked me if I would mind stopping at his apartment so he could feed his puppy. Of course I knew where that was going, but I didn’t care anymore.

  He pulled into the underground garage and parked the car. Naturally, he asked if I’d like to go up for some coffee, and naturally I said yes. But before I could open my door, he grabbed me and gave me the most passionate kiss I’d ever had. As his lips moved against mine I could feel my juices starting to flow. When the kiss ended he jumped out to open the door for me.

  While we waited for the elevator to come down, he placed his hand on the small of my back and caressed me lightly. I could feel the heat of his hand through my dress. We got on the elevator and before the doors were closed he was kissing me even more passionately than he did in the car. He worked his hands up my body, massaging my breasts gently. He placed one hand inside my dress while the other slid down to my crotch and started playing with my clit.

  The elevator doors opened, and he stopped long enough to walk me to his apartment and unlock the door. When he opened it, the cutest puppy came bounding out. He picked it up and carried it into the other room. A few minutes later he came back with a pot of coffee, two cups and some cookies. He asked how I liked my coffee, and I said teasingly, “The same as I like my men: tan, hot and sweet!” He cocked an eyebrow and smiled devilishly, looking like a cat about to pounce on its prey.

  We sat on the sofa and talked a bit, but soon enough he leaned over and crammed his tongue down my throat. Chuck broke off our embrace and scooped me up in his arms so he could carry me off to the bedroom. He placed me on the bed and slowly started undressing me. He pulled my zipper down and took off my dress, then started to peel off my stockings. After sliding down my legs, brushing my skin lightly with his cheek, he began licking and sucking my toes. It tickled at first, but after I stopped giggling it felt great. I drew in a breath when I felt his mouth moving up the inside of my thigh.

  After he pulled my panties off he moved up to kiss me, our tongues dancing together. When he began to suck my breasts I could really feel my pussy getting wet. Then he moved further down past my belly before zeroing in on my cunt and diving in. I’ll never forget what he did to me with his tongue. I had one beautiful orgasm after another.

  I couldn’t wait any longer to start working him over. I asked him to stand up and unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his hairy, muscular chest, pinching his nipples lightly. I reached down and unzipped his tight jeans and out sprang a cock almost eight inches long with big balls encased in a blond-furred sac. He truly was a Greek god!

  I took his cock in my mouth a little at a time, slowly working my lips up and down until I could feel the tip nudging my throat. I massaged his balls with one ha
nd and jerked him off with the other as I fucked him with my mouth. When he started pumping faster and faster, I knew he was getting ready to shoot his load. I sucked harder, and a few minutes later I felt his hot, juicy come going down my throat. I grabbed his cock and emptied his balls into my mouth, taking every last drop he had.

  Chuck laid me back down on the bed and started kissing his way down my body again. When he got to my cunt I squatted on his face and got into a 69 position, giving him another blowjob as he ate my squirming pussy. When he was hard enough to fuck, I took my mouth from his shaft and said I wanted him inside me.

  He moved into position and started teasing me by rubbing my clit with the tip of his cock. He was driving me crazy. He finally slid the head of his dick into my pussy, moving in slowly, an inch at a time. I couldn’t take it any more. I grabbed his hips and pulled him all the way inside me. He started moving with long, gentle strokes, fucking me slowly before building up speed.

  I guess he could tell that I was about to come by the way my cunt walls were milking his cock, because he started to fuck me faster and faster. I began gasping for breath when the first wave hit me, which only made Chuck fuck me harder. The more he fucked me the more I came. I’m surprised his neighbors weren’t complaining, considering the amount of moaning and groaning going on. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore I felt his body tense up, and I held him close when he finally came inside me.