Letters to Penthouse XXVII

by Penthouse International

  Finally she pulled away. She mounted the bed and straddled my legs, then toyed with me by rubbing the dildo up and down my crack. I found myself so eager now that I almost begged her to stick that thing up my ass. After squirting a little lube on my hole, she began to push the head in. I could not believe the rush of sensation that came over me. I was afraid it would hurt too much at first, but as she worked more of it in, I began to be taken over by waves of pleasure. It felt like she had conquered my body, and I had no choice but to surrender to the ecstasy.

  Soon I began pushing back into her thrusts. Tina noticed, and said breathlessly that I looked like I was enjoying it. I could only nod in agreement. When she slowly pulled out of me I moaned with disappointment, but she only wanted me to turn over, and when I did she penetrated me with my legs around her ears. I started to feel like a real slut, and told her so. She replied that I was a slut, her butt-fucking slut. Then she picked up the pace and began to moan that she was coming. I guess the straps on the harness were rubbing her pussy the right way, because she began to climax with a vengeance. I could not hold back any longer either, and my cock erupted all over my stomach and chest.

  Tina again pulled out of my spasming ass, and began working the sperm into my skin. Bending over and scooping up a load with her tongue, she then kissed me, feeding me my own come. Then she looked me in the eye and said, “My next goal is to see you fucked by a real cock.”

  I couldn’t believe she was serious, but she looked like she was. So I just smiled at her and said, “Okay, but just remember, what’s good for the gander is good for the goose!”

  —B.W., Danville, Pennsylvania

  WITH HER HUSBAND AWAY, SHE MAKES DO WITH

  MEMORIES AND A PULSING SHOWER HEAD

  My husband Tom had been out of town on business for two weeks, and I was feeling extremely hot and frustrated. I got out my vibrators and played with them so I could get some release. But what I really wanted was to feel Tom’s heat inside me, his finger teasing my clit, his tongue driving me crazy as he sucked my nipples.

  Finally I decided to try to relax. I lit some candles and filled the tub, putting in a generous amount of bath salts, then lay down in the warm, fragrant water to soak. I sank down, immersing most of my body, but a portion of my large, firm breasts stayed above the water. The contrast between the cool air and the warm bathwater made my nipples stand tall.

  I had worked so hard around the house in the effort to curb my sexual desire that my muscles were sore. When the water cooled off I took down the handheld shower head, setting it to the massage function, and used it to help relax my tense shoulder muscles. The pulsing water teased my breasts as I moved the head around. My nipples responded, and I could feel the growing warmth between my legs. At that point I just gave in to the throbbing of my cunt. I lay back in the tub, braced my feet against the sides, and spread my legs as wide as I could, aiming the shower head toward my open pussy. The pulsing stream found my clit. After my first orgasm I thought I would stop, but I couldn’t. What the hell, I thought, and I just let myself go and orgasmed repeatedly under the stimulating spray. My climaxes brought me some relief from my sexual tension, but I still felt lonely and empty. And the relief didn’t last long.

  It was late in the day, and the sun was streaming across our bed. As I lay down in the sunlight my thoughts turned to a recent Saturday afternoon, when my darling husband Tom had carefully massaged every inch of my skin with sweet-scented oil, then proceeded to suck each of my nipples for a very long time. I was extremely aroused, and hungered to feel his hot rod in my love box; but instead, he put his finger in my cunt and carefully massaged it all over, searching for the places that made me most excited. His big stick was bouncing against my leg. I could feel the head of it sliding against my thigh, leaving a trail of precome on my skin. I grabbed it and pulled it toward me, wrapping my legs around him as I tried to guide him into my hot hole, but he pulled away, saying that he wasn’t ready yet. He kissed me deeply, his tongue searching my mouth. Then he turned me on my side, lying behind me with his long tool between my legs, the ridge on the head of his penis pressed against my clit. Again I begged him to let me feel him inside me, but he still wasn’t ready.

  Moving away from my body, he reached down and lubricated his fingers with my pussy juice. Then he ran his little finger across my crotch, stroking my pussy and asshole. Each time he passed over my asshole I could feel it tighten. He kept sliding his fingers slowly back and forth over my pussy and ass until my anus no longer tensed up when he touched it. Finally I felt his finger stop at my tight rear entrance, and then press on it lightly. He did this several times, until I relaxed. Then, very slowly and carefully, he began to penetrate that tight hole with his little finger. His movements were very slow and deliberate as he opened that narrow space carefully and gently. Each time he moved in a little farther, he would pause and wait for me to adjust to the sensation. As his pinkie moved in, he found a few places that seemed to be very tense and knotted. Each time he would put a gentle pressure on those spots, stroking them until the tension relaxed. When his little finger had searched out every place it could reach, he removed it and started the whole process again, this time with his middle finger. It took him less time to get that finger in the first few inches, but when he reached unexplored territory he had to slow down and resume massaging the tensions away.

  Only the intense sensations he was producing in me kept me from begging him to fuck me. I wanted to feel my cunt full of his rod, but I had to work hard at relaxing and breathing deeply as he penetrated farther and farther into my secret spaces. Finally he slowly and carefully withdrew his finger from my ass. Then he moved his dick back and forth across my love box and my anus, as he had with his fingers. Now I did plead with him to put it in me. And he did, dipping his dick in my dripping cunt, then pulling it out fast—once, twice, three times. And then, to my astonishment, he put the tip of his tool against my ass, the head poking at that tiny opening. But he came before he could even try to get it in. His hot semen splashing against my hole drove me wild. I writhed and groaned, on the verge of climax but not quite there. Realizing my state, Tom bent down to suck on my clit, filling my cunt with his fingers to help finish me off. I moaned and screamed as I came. Then we fell asleep.

  Thinking about that time made me horny again, and sweaty too. I needed another bath—and I needed to use that shower massager again.

  —J.G., Flint, Michigan

  THE MEDICAL TECHNICIAN WAS DYING TO EXAMINE

  HER MORE CLOSELY, BUT WHO

  WAS SEDUCING WHO?

  I had been to this doctor’s office twice before for my annual checkup, and here I was again. You know the routine: pee in the cup, let them find a vein to draw your blood from. And after that you have that cold, narrow table to lie on for the EKG, the ultrasound, the works.

  It was time for my ultrasound, and I recognized the technician from my previous visits. Specifically, I recognized his expression of lust. I’d caught him spying on me before. He was always friendly, greeting me with a broad, genuine smile, but his gaze spoke volumes. Every time we spoke, you could have told him that my eyes were blue, rather than dark brown, and he wouldn’t have been able to contradict you, because that’s not where he was looking. He most definitely was a breast man.

  I have very large breasts. Very large, and all natural. I get to pay for them though, monthly, with the back pain I experience when I am premenstrual. But as large as they are, I love them. And so, obviously, did Hector, the technician.

  I felt his eyes on me now, hungrier than ever. I could have been a piece of licorice. Or two pieces. Having no inhibitions whatsoever, I asked him teasingly if I should remove my bra for the exam. Before he could answer I pulled off my blouse and reached behind to unhook the bra. After fully exposing myself to him I lay back on the table.

  His brown puppy eyes were fastened on my tits. I tried to blush, just to make things look good. I would have bet that he had a hard-on, and I loved the i
dea that I was giving him one.

  “How is everything?” he asked, obviously not able to think of anything better to say. He had a heavy accent.

  “Oh, I’m sure I’ll be better soon,” I replied archly.

  “You have beautiful big breasts,” he commented. Well, he had gotten over being tongue-tied pretty quickly. His smile was now as wide as the state of Texas. “Can I massage them for you?” he asked. “Would you like that?”

  I figured I could be as bold as he was. “Hell,” I told him, “you can hold them, squeeze them, suck them, and bite them if you want.” I crossed my legs as I lay there, amused by my forwardness in acknowledging his advances, yet pleased all the same. It was too late to take back my words. Not that I really wanted to.

  Instead of taking advantage of my invitation right then, however, Hector said we had better get on with the examination. He squirted a jelly-like substance onto my abdomen, and poked and prodded my belly for a few minutes with the little instrument attached to the machine. He then instructed me to turn onto my left side, then onto my right, while he continued to run the instrument over my stomach.

  As I lay on my side, one large breast lay on the table, the other resting against its mate, the nipples hard under his gaze, which was concentrated at least as much on my pliant mounds as on the screen of the monitor he was supposed to be watching. At one point he moved close to me, and sure enough, I felt his manhood pressing into my arm, solid as stone.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Fine,” I replied.

  “Please lie on your back again,” he said.

  I turned slowly onto my back, watching his face as my boobs jiggled and danced until they settled again, the stiff nipples staring up at him. I felt the pressure of his erection again against my arm as he swayed involuntarily.

  “Excuse me,” he said, still pressing into me. It took all the control I had to stop myself from reaching out to measure his girth. I was trying to be ladylike, but I was excited.

  “You’re excused,” I said, grinning at him.

  He sighed and told me again how big and beautiful my breasts were.

  “Thank you,” I said demurely, smiling again. “They are my favorite part of my body.”

  “All of you should be the favorite,” he said. Maintaining eye contact with me, he now made his move, leaning over and grabbing my breasts, pushing them together. He kissed the right one lovingly. Then he rubbed his face between them, softly, gently, knowingly, then ran his mouth over both of the throbbing nipples, simultaneously sucking and nibbling them.

  I had to bite my lips to keep from moaning aloud with pleasure. By now I was producing some serious honey in my panties. This man, this stranger, caressed and manipulated my breasts with such knowing familiarity, as if we had already been intimate and my most personal needs were open secrets to him.

  Completely relaxed, I lay there as this man made love to my breasts, holding them expertly, licking, sucking, gently biting, until I began to wonder if I could come just from this. “Are you okay?” he whispered into my ear.

  “Very much better now,” I answered.

  Hector then wiped the exam jelly from my lower abdomen and proceeded to rub that area, his hand moving gradually downward. My breathing got heavier, and, partly to distract myself, I asked him where he was from.

  “I am from Paraguay,” he answered, covering my lips with his own. His short military-cut hair made my fingers tingle as I caressed his head, pulling his face into the crook of my neck. His hand still caressed and massaged my lower regions. His head moved to nuzzle my breasts again as his fingers now reached my clitoris. He played with it, pressing and rubbing. I was about to climax, but just before I did he slid two of his gloved fingers into my pussy, his thumb still caressing my clit. I came hard, moaning helplessly now with every stroke of his hand, while he also moaned into my ear, as if in response to my passion.

  “Touch me, please,” Hector said as my climax subsided.

  Much as I wanted to, I shook my head. For one thing, I was afraid we might be discovered at any moment, though I admit it was a little late to think of that. But also I wanted to tease him, to deny him so he would want me even more, would want to continue our adventure somewhere else. “Not now,” I said firmly. “Are you finished with the exam?”

  “Yes,” he answered.

  I sat up, and as I did so Hector placed himself between my thighs and kissed me again. I tried to remain aloof, even though it was a hard attitude to maintain, especially when Hector pulled out his hardened member and looked at me pleadingly.

  “You are beautiful, all of you,” he whispered. “And your pussy is sweet.” So saying, he licked his latex-covered fingers, then rubbed his beautiful cock. The head was shaped like a large mushroom, and the veins protruded everywhere, just screaming out, Suck me now! “Oh,” he moaned. “Look at me. Don’t you want to touch it?”

  “Of course I do,” I said breathlessly. “But not now.” And with that I reached over for my bra and started to put it on. He put his hands under my breasts and held them for me.

  “Just giving you a hand,” he said, smiling. “God, they are so big, and so beautiful.” His face was consumed with erotic desire, which thrilled me to the core. As I slid off the table he turned me around and kissed my neck from behind. His anxious cock rammed up against my backside.

  When he released me I reached for my blouse. “The doctor said I might have to come in next week for another test,” I said. “We’ll talk then.”

  “Yes, I want to see you again,” Hector said. “Out of the office, if you like.” I didn’t answer, but smiled at him in a promising manner. He held my hand on my way out, and kissed me on the palm before I left.

  His docile eagerness enticed me. His caresses and attention pleased me enormously. On my next visit, I thought, I’ll wear something provocative, and masturbate for him, then let him lick my fingers. When we met outside the office, of course, I would be able to explore more of his exotic sexuality. I looked forward to catering to all his sexual desires, which I was sure were as uninhibited as my own. He would believe himself to be my teacher, when in fact we would be instructing each other, leading each other down the dark paths of our respective knowledge. No commitment would be necessary; just awesome sex.

  My next visit to the doctor’s office was actually just a follow-up; I was not scheduled for any tests. When I was finished with the doctor, Hector approached me in the outer office, telling me to wait for him, and that he would see me when he was done with the patient he was tending to. His self-assurance kept me in anticipation.

  I sat and waited for half an hour. Every once in a while Hector would pass by the place where I was sitting, on his way to fetch a file or use the fax machine. He would smile and say my name each time he passed, and I would give him a little wave. Each time the desire and the anticipation grew stronger.

  At last he finished with his patient and escorted me into an unused room. I didn’t have to tell him how ready I was to have him touch me. And he knew exactly how I needed to be touched. The kissing was intense. His tongue probed my mouth. While we were kissing I reached up under my skirt and touched myself, then put my fingers to his mouth. We kissed some more. I licked his lips and gently sucked his lower lip.

  He opened my blouse and fondled my breasts, pulling them out of my bra. Then he brought them to his lips and kissed the nipples, looking into my eyes as he sucked on them expertly. His hand slid beneath the waistband of my thong panties and he fondled my shaved pussy, then entered it with his fingers.

  My vaginal juices were flowing freely. Still gazing into my eyes, he masterfully orchestrated my pleasure, and my release. I came helplessly. After I calmed down I raised a hand to his face and traced his mouth with my finger. Then I kissed him, hard, drawing his tongue into my mouth and sucking it as if it were a cock.

  As we kissed he put his hands on my ass and pulled me closer. Then he sat down on a stool, and I straddled his leg, feeling his hardened m
ember through his jeans. Pulling my hair back, he kissed my neck avidly, then held my face between his hands as he virtually sucked my whole mouth in one of the most sensual kisses I’d ever experienced. When he broke the kiss he whispered something in his native language. I asked him to translate, and he said, “Foreplay with you is so blissful, and penetration would be unbelievably exquisite.” He paused, then added, “I want you so much, and I will do whatever you want.”

  “Really?” I said. I kissed his forehead, his eyelids, and the tip of his nose. Looking into his smoldering eyes, I said, with assumed modesty, “I have never been with anyone else ever, except my husband.”

  “Good, then I will be your boyfriend,” Hector said assertively.

  “Are you married?” I asked him.

  “Yes.”

  “And you want to have a mistress?” I asked.

  “Yes, and it will be you,” he said, holding me tighter to him. “I will do whatever you want. Whatever you want.”

  He buried his face in my breasts, biting, kissing, and caressing them. I knew that if I didn’t leave right then, this man would most definitely have me over the exam table. I pulled my bra back over my breasts. As I stood up, he inserted his hand into my thong again, pulling me back onto his leg. I came close to coming again as his fingers slipped into me. Once again I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

  When he pulled out of me he brought his fingers to his mouth. He wasn’t wearing gloves this time, and he tasted only me. It seemed to drive him wild.