Letters to Penthouse XXXI

by Penthouse International

  When he felt himself get close to exploding he jumped behind me and put me on my hands and knees. He penetrated me deeply from behind, banging me hard and fast and deep, his balls slapping up against my sensitive clit. He fucked me like that until he finally had the orgasm he had worked so hard for. Grasping me by the hips, he plunged into my cunt until his balls were completely emptied. I got the benefit of his come.

  Spent by the lovemaking we’d just shared, Alan lowered his head in complete exhaustion onto the small of my back, holding me lovingly around the waist. My knees collapsed beneath me and we both tumbled forward onto the sweaty, come-soaked sheets. He lay there motionless and still buried deep inside me, both of us satiated beyond words. We felt rejuvenated with each other’s loving. I’d never experienced anything so intense in all my life. We’d never been so close, either physically or emotionally.

  Once we had both caught our breath, he looked over at me and smirked and asked if he’d managed to achieve his goal of thoroughly pleasing me. It was all I could do to give him a wink and a kiss on the cheek before I fell into a blissful sleep in his arms.

  —K.T., San Antonio, Texas

  A Mysterious Journey Reveals the Secrets of One Man’s Love

  It’s early Friday morning and I get a page to go to the front office. I’m on the shop floor so I proceed to the front desk, where I find five pink roses waiting for me. I tear open the card excitedly to see who sent them. But the card is unsigned. The only thing it says is to be waiting outside the shipping doors at noon. The ladies up front are wondering who the roses are from and I tell them I don’t know, adding that whoever sent them knew they were my favorites. As I head to my office, trying to conceal my happiness while carrying my treasure, all kinds of things run through my mind. Who could have sent me these flowers? And why do I need to be at the shipping doors at noon?

  When I reach my desk, I find one single pink rose lying there accompanied by another card that reads, “I can’t wait to see you. Please don’t be late.” By then my curiosity is getting the better of me. I go ahead and put the single rose into a small glass vase with the others. They’re beautiful, and they make my office smell so nice. With my mind racing in different directions, I’m getting nothing accomplished at my desk. I look at the time and see that it’s almost eleven o’clock. I have more than an hour to go! I sigh, knowing that I’ll be useless till then. I again try to concentrate on work. I look up at the clock again, figuring it’s been a good twenty minutes since the last time. Wrong! I realize that the anticipation is going to get the best of me so I stop what I’m doing and decide to run to the front office and check my mailbox and then make a quick side trip to the bathroom to powder my nose. Anything to get my mind off this mystery.

  Finally, it’s noon! I can barely contain myself as I walk out to the door to meet you. But when I look around and see nothing I ask myself what’s going on? Is this some kind of a joke? If it is, then I really fell for it, hook, line and sinker. Wondering how anyone could be so heartless as to play a joke like that, I turn to go back inside, pausing to look around one last time. All of a sudden a white stretch limousine pulls up in front of me. It comes to a stop and a driver wearing a black tailcoat and white gloves gets out, opens the door, and asks me to please step inside.

  Slowly, I walk toward the open door. I peek inside but there’s no one there. I look back at the driver, and he smiles and nods as if to say it’s okay for me to get in. I step inside the car and sit down. I wait for the driver to get in, then roll down the power window and ask him what’s going on. He smiles again and tells me I’ll find out shortly and I should just sit back and enjoy the trip. He then hands me three more pink roses, which, like the last two bundles, have a card attached. It tells me to make myself a drink from the minibar and relax. By then I need a drink!

  About twenty minutes later the limo comes to a stop and the driver walks to my side and opens my door, handing me three more roses and a handwritten note. When I ask why we’re at Los Angeles International Airport, he tells me that my day is just beginning and that I should do what the note says. It tells me which gate to go to and what flight I’ll be taking. Once I make it to the airplane door, a young blonde stewardess hands me a note. I read it. The note tells me where to go when the plane lands and to look for a silver Corvette. After a short flight the plane lands and I go to my gate right outside the baggage claim. As I walk out of the terminal, the door to the silver Corvette opens. Then I finally see you.

  We hug. Just before you let go, you give me a very intense kiss. When we break our embrace you tell me to hop in and that our journey is just beginning. I’ve already been swept off my feet, I think. How much more can there be? Oh well, I’m game for just about anything right now. You tell me we’ll go to our hotel room right after we take a carriage ride and enjoy the sights of the city and a romantic dinner.

  As we ride, I insist that you let me give you head. You’re nervous about the driver seeing us doing something so intimate, but I hold the blanket up and tell you I can hide under it. I won’t take no for an answer and start to suck your cock. You’re so turned on that it only takes a minute, maybe two, before you come. I swallow. You laugh a satisfied laugh and tell me it’s a good thing you’re sitting down, because you’d probably fall over if you weren’t. Then you tell me the “sky’s the limit” for our journey! It doesn’t make much sense to me, but I again decide to go with the flow.

  We finish the ride by being dropped off at a wonderful restaurant. We enjoy an intimate candlelit supper, sitting alongside a window with a beautiful view of the city’s lights. I’ve never had a more romantic evening in my life. Hell, I’ve never even had a candlelit dinner before! We finish our supper and you take my hand and lead me outside where your car is again waiting for us. We get in and away we go. I’m just speechless. The next thing I know, we’re back at the hotel, ready to go up to the room. You grab a bag from your trunk and we head toward the lobby. Once inside, you tell the desk clerk your name and that we have the most expensive suite reserved. My expression still has not changed. I’m all smiles.

  We arrive in our room, a beautiful suite with a Jacuzzi, a wet bar, and a large bed. We stop and kiss. We stop kissing just long enough to get into the room. I notice that there is a trail of pink rose petals lined up in a row. I grab your hand and follow the petals into the bedroom, where there are rose petals everywhere. I’m loving this.

  You start kissing me and I melt in your arms. Your hands begin to wander. You touch my breasts. You tell me that you can’t hold back any longer and unbutton my shirt. You begin to lick my nipples, throwing in a nibble or two when you see how much I enjoy it. You seem to instinctively know that’s one of my weaknesses. You stop and kiss me again until you’re kissing the back of my neck, making me wet. You begin working your way down to my breasts again, and you linger there for a moment or two. Then you work your way down to my waist.

  You begin to undo my belt and remove my jeans, but I stop you so I can take yours off first. Falling to my knees I again begin to fellate you, licking your nuts till you can no longer stand it. I give the head of your cock a little attention while I’m pulling my jeans off. I stand back up and you push me just enough to make me fall on the bed so you can go back to licking my body. I really like what you do with your tongue! You work down to my shaved pussy and you finger my clit, telling me that I was right when I said sucking dick gets me wet. Then you go to town on my cunt.

  Before you know it, I feel my juices flood from my pussy. You stop licking only to tell me how much you like it when I come in your mouth. I beg you to penetrate me with your hot, hard cock. It doesn’t take much before you honor my request! You thrust yourself into me hard and fast, working toward my pleasure as well as your own. I like when you fuck me so hard, but I stop you because I don’t want you to come yet. I have you mount my face from above so l can worship your dick.

  As you fuck my mouth, I masturbate until I come. You pull out of my mouth and I ask you t
o lie down next to me. I quickly climb on top of you and start fucking you hard and fast. As much as you want it all to go on forever, you just can’t take any more and tell me you’re going to climax. I stop fucking you and jump down so I can give you head again. I love the taste of your come, too, and don’t want to let one drop get away. When you finally ejaculate we kiss and lie back in complete ecstasy.

  As much as we hate for our date to be over, we know we have to get back home. We clean up and get the car. On the way to the airport, I tell you I have to give you head just one more time before my fantasy is over. I get no complaints from you! You undo your pants, take out your dick, and away I go. You come just as we arrive at the airport. We kiss. Neither of us is ready for this night to end. But it’s not over. You tell me there that our journey has just begun.

  —L.M., Los Angeles, California

  When She Hurts Her Ankle, He Plays Doctor and Gives Her an “Injection”

  I have been jogging for six years now. I started doing it on a dare from a friend, and never thought I would keep it up. But gradually I got to like it more and more, and now I don’t think I could give up my daily early-morning run.

  Aside from the fact that running keeps you healthy and makes you feel great, one of the peripheral advantages is that you get to see some very good-looking women in shorts or tight jogging outfits. I have always appreciated this aspect of my hobby, but unlike some of my fellow exercisers, I never tried to hit on any of these women. But something happened last week that I thought your readers might like to hear about.

  I usually start out about six in the morning, and always begin by running through Central Park in New York, where I live. I avoid the reservoir, which is always crowded with joggers, many of them amateurs, and stick to the less traveled paths. Last Tuesday I was running along deep inside the park. It was threatening to rain, though it hadn’t actually started, and there weren’t too many people around. But I did notice, a little way in front of me, a female in a white sweatshirt and blue shorts running along at a brisk pace. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail that bounced from side to side as she ran. From the back her figure looked fine, and her legs even better. I was still concentrating on them when I heard her give a little cry, and she suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

  I caught up to her in a moment, stopped, and bent down to her. “Are you all right?” I asked.

  She nodded and tried to get up, but then gave a little whimper and fell back. “Oh, God,” she said, “I think I twisted my ankle or something.”

  “Let me take a look,” I said.

  We were both breathing hard from running. She was sweating a little, as was I, but I saw now that she was quite pretty. I rolled down her sock gently to look at her ankle. “It doesn’t look too bad.” It looked gorgeous, in fact, like the rest of her leg. “Does it hurt much?”

  “Not if I don’t try to stand on it,” she said. “Are you a doctor?”

  “Yes,” I said. It was a lie, but I wanted to be able to keep touching her, if only on the ankle. I was acutely aware of her pretty panting mouth, her breasts heaving against the white sweatshirt, and those fabulous legs. I looked into her wide blue eyes, and as she gazed back at me, I was sure she was feeling some of the same sudden excitement that was tugging at my groin. “I think,” I said, my voice sounding kind of strange, “I think what you need is . . . some mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”

  She could have slapped me then. She could have tried to move away, or screamed. She didn’t. She just kept looking at me. “You do?” she said.

  “Yes,” I said, kissing her. Her mouth was inert for a moment, and then came to life. I had been crouching over her, and now I lowered my body gently to hers. We pressed together as the kiss continued. My cock stiffened rapidly.

  “My God!” she said when we came up for air. “What are we doing? We’re right out in the open!”

  “Let me help you,” I said. I rose and carefully helped her up, wondering if she noticed the hard-on tenting my shorts. With her arm around my shoulders and me supporting her to keep her weight off her ankle, we made it to the side of the broad path. “Let’s go over there,” I suggested. “Behind those trees.” She didn’t object.

  There was a little clearing behind the trees, hidden from the path. I lowered her to the ground there. “Did the mouth-to-mouth help?” I asked.

  She looked at me, still panting a little. “I think I need some more,” she said.

  So I gave her some more! Her mouth opened quickly, and our tongues grappled. My hands moved on her body. They slid under the sweatshirt and fondled her breasts through the heavy sports bra she was wearing. She moaned.

  “This is crazy,” she said, or more accurately breathed, right into my mouth.

  “I know,” I said, reaching around her. I managed to unhook the bra, and then pushed both it and the sweatshirt up over her breasts.

  Her breasts weren’t large, but they kept their perky shape even as she lay on her back. The nipples were long and stiff. I kissed them. I felt her hands going between our bodies, groping for my hard-on. She gasped. Then she was opening my shorts. I stood up just long enough to take them off. Then I worked on her shorts, pulling them down slowly, being careful not to jar her ankle, and taking her panties with them.

  I moved between her legs, picking them up and hooking them over my shoulders. “Does this hurt?” I asked.

  She shook her head. Her hand reached for my cock again, stroked it. I looked down at her beautiful body, still damp with sweat. She smiled. “Do you think I need an injection, doctor?”

  “I do,” I said. “I think we both need it.” I moved to take her. She arched herself for me, and moaned softly as I slid into her. I began to move slowly, both to savor the sensation of possessing her and to avoid hurting her ankle. But she was soon urging me on, twisting her body and begging me to go faster. Her breasts jiggled erotically, and her moans and cries made me hope there was no one passing by on the path to hear her. It wasn’t long before she came, gasping out her pleasure. I slowed, but she urged me to go on, and she came again before I exploded in her clutching pussy.

  I lowered her legs gently. Both of us were panting as if we had been running for ten miles.

  “You’re beautiful,” I said, collapsing beside her.

  “You’re not bad yourself, doctor,” she replied.

  I didn’t have the heart to tell her I really wasn’t a doctor. I’m not very proud of lying to her, but in a way I was punished for it. I couldn’t bring myself to ask to see her again, knowing that she would have to find out eventually. She didn’t mention it either, so I figured she had her own life to live, as did I.

  Her ankle was feeling better. I helped her back to the roadway, where eventually a jogger with a cell phone came along, and we called a taxi to take her to the hospital. Nothing like that ever happened to me before, but another reason I will never give up running is the possibility, however remote, that something like it just might happen again.

  —N.P., New York, New York

  What’s for Breakfast Following a Night of Lust? More of the Same!

  Muffled noises from the kitchen stirred me from my morning love sleep. I woke alone and hard. A quick glance at the clock showed six-forty. My attention quickly returned to my cock, which was straining against the weight of the covers and obviously wide awake. I threw back the clump of sheets twisted over me and gave it a few gentle strokes. The hours of fevered sex last night and the session of passionate lovemaking that followed earlier this morning had left a layer of dried come on it.

  As I stroked my cock, flakes of come fell off into the wispy pubic hair on my balls and released a fresh charge of our sexual scent into the air. My cock responded to the touch, drawing in more blood and twitching to even greater hardness. The head now threatened to burst like a ripe plum. I released my dick, and it stood proudly at attention, the dim morning light highlighting the droplets of oozing precome. I brought my hand up to my face and drew in a breath from d
eep within its palm. The sweet, succulent aroma of our sex flooded my nostrils, driving me to a still-higher level of arousal.

  Again those muffled noises from the kitchen caught my attention, quickly shifting the focus of my desire to the cause of them, my lover Mel. I rolled out of bed, feeling the effects of lack of sleep and sexual exhaustion, and got unsteadily to my feet. Naked but almost fully awake, I made my way quietly to the lounge room door, my cock confidently pointing the way. The woman I loved was standing with her back to me, a pure vision of desire.

  Her arse held the fabric of her short, thin nightie away from her skin so the sun streaming in through the window silhouetted the soft curve of the small of her back. Her long blonde hair, still unkempt from our night of lust, reflected sparkles of sunlight as it washed over her bare shoulders. She was standing barefoot, with her smooth, shapely legs slightly apart. It was all too inviting.

  I had to move in for a taste.

  As Mel sensed my presence behind her, she looked up and met the reflection of my gaze in the window in front of her. Her sleepy smile turned quickly to a knowing grin as the head of my cock slid under the hem of her nightie and along the outside of her arsecheek. The light friction it created sliding across her milky skin sent tingles through my groin. She gave out a light gasp and tried to continue with what she was doing.

  I reached down and touched the back of her knee with my fingertips. She rolled her head back onto my shoulder and closed her eyes as I drew my hand slowly up her leg, curling my fingers until the nails were scraping her skin on their way to their destination. Her legs parted a little wider, and she arched her back, poking her arse out at me more as my hand reached the top of her inner thigh. Her mouth opened slightly, and a long sigh escaped her lips as my hand stroked the hairless flesh of her pussy. The heat of her love mound warned me of her high level of arousal.