by Letters to Penthouse VII- Celebrate the Rites of Pleasure (epub)
One afternoon I unexpectedly came home from the office for lunch. I found Gwen sunning herself in a small bikini in the backyard while my youngest child took a nap and the older two played at a friend's house. We chatted for a while as I ogled her chest. I was disappointed when she rolled onto her stomach, but my spirits picked up when she asked me to rub suntan oil on her back. I thought this might be my chance to seduce Gwen, but after a few minutes she thanked me and told me that was enough.
I went into the house, made myself a sandwich and ate it, then went into the bathroom to jerk off and relieve the tension in my balls while dreaming of being between Gwen's creamy thighs. I went back to work, but all I could think about was fucking Gwen.
About three weeks later I went out for a beer after work with a couple of guys from the office. There was a young woman sitting at the bar who bore an uncanny resemblance to Gwen. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She was dressed in a conservative navy-blue business suit and a sheer white blouse. Her hair was piled on top of her head and she wore glasses, but I was certain it must be Gwen.
After staring at her for at least fifteen minutes she caught me eyeing her and smiled. She got up and began walking toward me. As she got closer I suddenly realized it wasn't Gwen after all. Nevertheless the resemblance left me hot and horny, as she was, equally attractive. She introduced herself and I discovered she was Gwen's twenty-three-year-old sister Lori. I apologized for staring and she graciously accepted my apology. My friends left me alone with Lori and we ordered another round and began chatting.
When we left the bar I walked Lori to her car. It was parked near my brand-new bright-red Miata, which I had picked up from the dealer that very morning. Lori admired my car and said that she was planning to get one when the new model came out. “Have you driven one yet?” I asked.
“No, but I'd love a test drive,” she answered. I tossed her the keys and told her to jump in. I was thrilled at the prospect of spending more time with Lori. I got in the passenger's side and told her we'd come back to get her car.
As we drove along I noticed that Lori's jacket was unbuttoned and her skirt had ridden up her thighs. I realized that Gwen's well-endowed chest and great legs were family traits. Lori's blouse was quite sheer, and I could see her bra underneath it as well as the outline of two hard nipples. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she drove.
Before I realized it we were in the country driving on a two-lane road. “Where are we going?” I asked curiously. Lori just smiled and told me to relax and enjoy the view.
Soon we turned onto a gravel road and drove down a winding, narrow lane before pulling up in front of a cabin alongside a lake. She turned off the engine and turned to me, a big smile on her face.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“This is where I come to get away from it all,” she told me. “The cabin belongs to my folks. Get out. I'll show you around.”
She left the radio on as she climbed out of the car. I watched that sweet ass sway back and forth, then I followed her around to the front of the car. Without warning Lori put her arms around my neck and gave me a long, deep French kiss that curled my toes. She backed me up against the hood of the car until I was sitting on it. She continued kissing me as she removed my jacket and loosened my tie. Then she began rubbing my crotch.
While I sat there stunned, Lori backed up a step or two and began a sensual striptease. She started by removing her glasses and tossing them into the car. Then she turned her back to me, let her hair down and began undulating her hips in time to the music. “Driving your car really got me hot,” she announced. She continued to dance as I pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my collar. Soon she shed her jacket and turned back toward me. Her tits strained the buttons of her blouse and her nipples looked like they might pop right through the material. Lori turned around and backed up against me so that her ass was rubbing against my cock through my trousers. Over her shoulder she asked me to unzip her skirt. I dutifully obeyed.
Lori continued to dance, moving away from me again. She shimmied her skirt over her hips and down to her ankles, then danced back to me. “Now unbutton me,” she instructed. Again I did as I was told, undoing the buttons of Lori's blouse while she stared right into my eyes. When I was done she held her blouse open so I could get a quick glimpse of her tits. Then she turned her back to me and let it slide off her arms to the ground.
By now I was ready to pop. My cock was straining at my zipper and I couldn't stop from rubbing my tin soldier through my pants. Lori smiled at my actions but made no move to assist me. She just continued to shimmy and shake. When the song neared its end Lori reached back and unhooked her bra, letting her tits spring free. She ran her hands over her tits while arching her back and moaning. I almost came right then!
Fortunately Lori had other plans. She dropped her panties as the song ended and tossed them over my shoulder. Then she undid my belt and zipper and tugged down my trousers and undershorts, allowing my cock to bob free. She lightly licked my cockhead before working the shaft into her mouth. In less than thirty seconds I shot a huge load down Lori's throat.
Lori stood up and kissed me. I could taste my love juice in my mouth. Then Lori lay back on the hood of the car and said, “Now it's my turn, baby. I want you to lick my cunt and make me come.”
I ripped off my shirt and stood between Lori's legs. I bent over to kiss her lips, then began working my way down her luscious bod. My first stop was her magnificent tits, then I continued down her stomach to her pussy. I gently licked her labia until she began to encourage me to give her more. I love a woman to be vocal during sex, and Lori did not disappoint me. “You're a tease,” she scolded. “Give it to me now. Don't make me wait any longer.” With that I dove into her cunt, running the tip of my tongue across her clit every few seconds. I focused more attention on her clit until she clamped her thighs around my head and came. Her juices were so sweet. I couldn't get enough. She finally had to push me away.
I lay next to her on the hood of the car with my cock at half-mast. Lori saw that I was coming back to life and rolled on top of me. She stroked my cock back to full hardness, then slid it up her pussy. We fucked there on the hood of the car for ten minutes. Several times we were on the brink of a mutual orgasm, but each time Lori slowed the pace to prevent it. Suddenly we heard a car approaching. Lori slid off me and told me to follow her. We ran inside the cabin until the car passed. Laughing, Lori and I proceeded to the bedroom, where we enjoyed a leisurely fuck.
On the drive back to her car Lori was very quiet. A few blocks from the bar I asked her if everything was okay. When we reached the parking lot Lori confessed that the sex had been great but she felt a little guilty about fucking another woman's husband and hoped I wouldn't tell Gwen. I assured her it would be our little secret. Before Lori got out she leaned over to kiss me. It began as a soft goodbye kiss, but I couldn't bring myself to break it off and it gradually developed into a very hot French kiss. As soon as I touched her breasts Lori grabbed for my cock and it was off to the races again.
Soon we were sitting in my little convertible in a dark corner of the parking lot. Lori turned her back to me and said, “I want you to fuck me from behind.” She knelt on the passenger seat and held onto the headrest as I positioned myself between the dashboard and her tantalizing ass. I slid her skirt up and massaged her ass-cheeks as I worked my cock between her thighs.
She reached between her legs and guided my rod into her cunt. “Oh, baby, your cock feels so good in me. Make it last, lover,” she exhorted me. By then I had wrapped my hands around her breasts. My cock was buried in her cunt. As I began humping her from behind, Lori lost control. She became quite vocal and I was afraid we might attract too much attention but, despite the danger that someone I knew might see me fucking this girl, I couldn't stop.
“C'mon, baby, fuck me,” she spurred me on. “Fuck my pussy. Make me come, baby. I want to feel you come with me. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!” I held her swaying tits in my hands while pound
ing my cock into her from behind. “Oh, God, baby. Your cock feels so good. Keep fucking me, baby. I want you to come in me!” In less than a minute we came together.
As soon as our orgasms subsided Lori and I started to laugh as we got dressed again. I walked her to her car, kissed her goodbye and watched her drive away. I hurried back to my car and checked my appearance in the rearview mirror. I was worried that my wife would be able to tell what I had been up to from my guilty expression and the stupid grin on my face. I hoped she'd just attribute it to my new sports car.
As it turned out I needn't have worried. When I got home I learned that my wife had left town on an unexpected business trip. Gwen was there to watch the kids until I arrived. I called my wife at her hotel and we chatted for a few minutes. Gwen had put the kids to bed and was standing at the door waiting for a ride home. My brother showed up just then to watch the football game with me, and he said he'd watch the kids while I drove Gwen home and got a bite to eat.
As we walked out to the garage Gwen asked me what had kept me so late at the office. “An unexpected opportunity came up,” I responded. I noticed that Gwen's ass resembled Lori's but filled out her jeans a little better. The sight of her firm young body caused my cock to stiffen.
“Wow, I love your new car!” Gwen exclaimed as we entered the garage. “Could, I drive it home? I know how to drive a stick shift and I promise I won't go too fast.”
In response I just tossed her the keys. I watched as she slid into the driver's seat. She turned to me as she fired up the engine and said, “I know just where I want to go. There's a two-lane road that goes to my parents' place by the lake. It's a beautiful drive on a clear night. Maybe we could grab some food on the way out of town and have a little party. How does that sound?”
Well, what could I say? I'll tell you one thing though—I'm never selling this car!—Name and address withheld
FOOTLOOSE FARM BOY SOWS A FEW WILD OATS ON THE SIDE
I had just turned eighteen and was working as a farmhand on a large farm for the summer. Mike, the farmer's son, was four years older than me. One Friday night he invited me to accompany him and his friend Billy to a nearby city for a dance at the civic center.
I was surprised when Mike asked me if I wanted to drive his car, and I gladly accepted. Of course when they directed me to stop in town to pick up two girls, Nancy and Maria, I realized I was being used as a chauffeur. It soon became apparent that other duties were also expected of me.
The girls had been promised they'd be taken to the dance, but neither Mike nor Billy could dance. That task was left to me. Mike and Billy split shortly after we arrived and were gone for over two hours. I had the time of my life dancing with Nancy and Maria.
Both Nancy and Maria had beautiful bodies. Their firm, braless tits swayed nicely in their clingy sweaters. They had my cock as hard as steel in no time and kept me that way all evening. It looked like I had a horseshoe in my pants. Fortunately my sports jacket and the dim light hid my erection, but of course the girls noticed it and teased me unmercifully.
As we danced, Maria slid her legs between mine and nibbled on my neck and ear.
When it was Nancy's turn, she whispered, “Maria says you're getting nice and hard. I love the feel of a hard cock.” Her hips moved suggestively against mine as we danced.
After the next dance Maria suggested we walk up to the balcony that encircles the arena. It was fairly dark, but the music sounded great. I stood between them with an arm around each of them as we looked down at the dance floor below. Their hands caressed my back and buttocks as they removed my tie and unbuttoned most of my shirt. I kissed each of them in turn.
We decided to dance again. It was Maria's turn. This time her hand traced the outline of my cock as I played with her breasts. Then her hand slid down inside my pants and positioned my cock pointing upward. My cockhead peeked over the waistband of my pants. “I think you'll like him even better now,” she said to Nancy as they switched.
Nancy's hand crept down the front of my pants as we danced to a slow song. She looked at me, smiled and said, “I'm going to make you come.” The combined effect of her hands, breasts and legs soon made her prediction come true. I erupted into her hand as she pumped my cock. The sight of her licking the come off her fingers brought me to another erection. Then Maria stepped in, made sure my cock was still peeking over my waistband and danced me away.
Her fingers were on my crotch, my sports jacket was unbuttoned and my arms were wrapped around her as we slowly moved to the music. She played with my cock with both hands and never stopped talking about how she loved cocks in general and mine in particular. “I'd love to taste your come,” she said.
When the music stopped her fingers never left my cock. When it started again I told her I was going to make a mess right there on the dance floor if she didn't stop. She smiled and said, “No you're not. I have everything in hand.” My knees buckled when I came. She caught every drop in her hands.
Shortly after that Mike and Billy returned. We left to go to a drive-in restaurant. After we parked at the rear of the parking lot (at Nancy's suggestion), Mike and Billy went in to get some food.
Maria, who was sitting beside me, started getting friendly before the guys even reached the door to the restaurant. “I want to thank you for dancing with us,” she cooed as she unzipped my pants. Her nimble fingers had me hard in no time and then her head dropped down into my lap. I got the blow job of my life. She sucked and licked my cock while her hand slid up and down the shaft. Nancy leaned over the seat, massaging my neck and chest while nibbling on my ear. Her whispered comments about the magnificent job that Maria was doing brought me to a thunderous climax. Maria swallowed every last drop.
Before we dropped off the girls that night, Nancy slipped me something and whispered, “Here's something to help you remember this night.” It was a pair of slightly moist silk panties.—T.D., Topeka, Kansas
VIVACIOUS VIXEN TURNS IRON WORKER INTO A MAN OF STEEL
On certain bright, crisp autumn days I can't resist letting the top down on my little MG. I know I probably look silly—freezing and hair askew—but even making bank deposits and picking up groceries become celebrations! This particular perfect day was no exception, and it was a payday to boot.
I still had one last errand to run. I'd had an iron gate built that week and it had turned out beautifully. The man who'd done the job had simply left a handwritten bill. His eyes told me he took his commitment seriously, so when payday rolled around I didn't blow it all on Ma Bell and the power company. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was nearly six o'clock. Hoping that he hadn't closed up shop yet, I stepped on the gas.
I pulled up in front of his place a few minutes later. It was a small shop covered with ornamental wrought iron. I was relieved to see that lights were still on inside. As I got closer I could see through the window. Sparks were flying through the air like a comet's tail.
I entered a small, unkempt office and stuck my head in the shop door, holding up my check to indicate my intentions. The man who had built my gate motioned for me to sit down and wait, then he flipped down his protective face plate and continued working. The bright blue light from the blowtorch was too intense for me to look at and I had to turn away, but not before I noticed his beautiful physique. On our previous encounters he had been dressed in baggy jeans and work shirts, but here in the shop, with the heat from the forge to contend with, he was dressed only in a ragged T-shirt and cutoffs. When he turned his blowtorch off I continued checking out his body. He removed his mask and gloves, revealing wild eyes and reddish-gray hair as disheveled as mine. My heart quickened at the sight of his demonic look against the fiery backdrop. Red hair covered his arms and chest. I was mesmerized. He stood still for what seemed hours, just meeting my stare, until I stammered something about the check. He walked into the office with a catlike grace and I handed the check to him, our eyes still locked. He put the check on a desk without even looking at it.
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hen he invited me in to see the shop, I eagerly accepted and followed him in, feasting my eyes on his butt. Usually doctors and lawyers were my mainstay, but here I was, incredibly turned on by a manual laborer. A jolting surge of lust almost made me reach out and touch him, but he was heating a piece of metal in the forge while he explained the process. Placing the glowing red end on the anvil, he twisted and banged it with a huge hammer into something entirely new. Every movement he made excited me even more. I longed to feel his callused, scarred hands all over my body.
At last he laid down the tools. I tried to feign interest in his work, but I was really only interested in him. We stared into each other's eyes until I reached out, took hold of his battered hand and kissed it. That was all it took. The man of steel collapsed and an avalanche of the most perfect kisses and hugs poured over me. As I reveled in his smell and his taste, I heard him whisper something about not wanting to get me dirty. My response was to let my silk jacket fall in the shavings of steel behind me and pull him closer.
He quickly stripped and yanked off my lacy underwear. Like an excited child unwrapping birthday presents, he gasped and cooed with delight at each body part that was unveiled. I felt like an unfinished sculpture in the hands of an artist as he kneaded, kissed and buried himself in my flesh. His soft red body hair teased my skin with its feathery touch, contrasting markedly with his rough, scarred fingers. My juices were flowing with excitement and I started looking around for a place to lie down. He was so tall that I didn't think we could make love standing up. He was evidently in no hurry as we stood naked except for the boxer shorts around his ankles. Usually slow to arouse, I longed for him to just plunge into my being. Even without any foreplay I knew I would climax instantly. I had never seen a cock with such a beautiful upward curve, and I longed to ride it. But he just stared longingly at me, not making a move. Finally I couldn't take it any longer. I grabbed his prick and tried to embrace him. He lifted me without effort and sat me on the workbench. I begged him to fuck me, but he spread my legs and, with the tenderest touch, explored the warm wetness there. Staring intently into my eyes, he ever so softly stroked and probed. I told him I had to have him in me. He whispered for me to let go, so I allowed myself to explode in a series of orgasms and melt into his arms.