Letters to Penthouse XXXI

by Penthouse International

  Having his cock in my cunt again brought me to the ecstasy I had been craving for so long. My body erupted in waves of orgasm but still he continued to fuck me, plunging himself furiously into my hole, telling me how much he loved me and missed me and sending me over the brink.

  It was beautiful how he made me come, and had me practically screaming one last time before I finally asked him to come inside me. The feeling was so incredible that my head was spinning. Our bodies were meshing together so beautifully and I was feeling the most wonderful explosion that I squirted all over him, spraying his thighs as our juices flowed together. When I got up from the table, I was soaked. I mean literally soaked. God how fantastic that felt!

  A little while later, after resting in each other’s arms, kissing and caressing and almost falling to sleep, I whispered to him that I was ready to wear my costume for him. Since Lou moved to Texas it’s been a tradition that I bring a costume to wear for him when I pay him a visit. This time around I was going to dress as a naughty schoolgirl. Like most men I’ve known, Lou always loves seeing me in a short plaid skirt!

  The costume I had was a white see-through blouse with a red-and-black plaid skirt, suspenders, black panties, and white patterned pantyhose topped off with black high heels. I had a small backpack filled with school supplies, like a ruler, body paints, a copy of Penthouse Letters, and a few toys we were going to use at “recess”!

  I also had a tape of some cheerleader music in a boom box. I started playing it as I walked in, doing little kicks and jumps. As the music filled the room Lou began taking some pictures of me posing like the “innocent” little schoolgirl I was. Ha ha ha ha! He took a whole roll of pictures of me—in my costume and out of it!

  By the time I had removed my blouse, we decided it was time for a school snack, so I walked over to where he was sitting in the chair and knelt in front of him. I stroked his hard cock and ran my tongue up and down it. My hands caressing him, I slowly slid it inside my mouth, moving up and down to get him hard again. He let out loud moans of pleasure as I sucked him between my soft wet lips.

  He grabbed the camera and took some pics of me sucking and licking him until he couldn’t hold the camera steady any longer. I drew his pulsing cock inside my mouth, straining to push my face down to the end of his shaft and then releasing him until my lips skimmed the tip. Feeling him growing, filling up my mouth, sucking him until he could no longer stand it was giving me a great thrill. I could feel his dick grow before he finally erupted in my mouth, spewing come onto my eager tongue. We then went through the backpack of goodies and played a bit with a few of my toys—the blue rubber dildo was my favorite—but we wound up saving most of them for later on.

  It was a long time coming, but once again my costume was a success. We had an even better time the rest of the week, but I’ll write about that in my next letter!

  —S.A., New Orleans, Louisiana

  Working Hard Takes On a New Meaning for These Two Lucky Lovers

  Over the past eighteen months I’ve worked with a very exceptional and classy lady. She’s also charming, beautiful, and exceedingly enjoyable—traits that are particularly unusual in my line of work, which I can’t comment on because of its sensitive nature. In short she’s one of the most wonderful women I’ve ever been around.

  While I found Miranda’s blonde hair, sparkling brown-green eyes, and incredibly taut body distracting from the very first day I met her, I’d always tried to hide my attraction to her. It wasn’t always easy to restrain myself from asking her out, but I treated her with the same respect I would any capable coworker. The fact that we are each married added to my resolve not to act on my urges and risk offending her.

  A ridiculously heavy work schedule required us to spend more time with each other than with our respective spouses. As we became closer friends we learned that neither of us had the idyllic marriage the rest of the world thought we did. One night while we were out of town attending a conference, Miranda stopped by my room to find out why I had behaved strangely at dinner. She wound up staying most of the night. We talked about our marriages, then spent some time holding each other and sharing some tentative, but very tender and exciting kisses. After several discreet lunches and a few days off surreptitiously spent together, we worked up the nerve to take a fictitious business trip on our own.

  Sometimes our lovemaking is long and luxurious, lasting all night and well into the next morning. On other occasions our sex is fast and frenzied. We can pack the same amount of passion into a couple of hours in a car, at a park, or even at the mall. It seems that there’s no place too open or situation that’s too public when Miranda gets worked up.

  After work one Monday night Miranda called and announced she was ready to take a break, and she asked me to meet her in our director’s office. The benefits of having sex in the office were immediately obvious. We could shut and lock the doors and avoid the watchful eyes of our security guards. I agreed and got ready for our adventure.

  It wasn’t long before we were touching and kissing like we would never get the chance again. One of my hands moved to her breasts as the other worked its way down the curve at the small of her back to her butt. When Miranda pushed me away I thought she had changed her mind, until I realized she just wanted a little bit of room to pull off her shirt and skirt.

  I stripped down as well, admiring the curve of her breasts as they spilled out above her frilly bra and the way her skimpy panties strategically covered only her most vital areas. I kissed down her neck past her shoulder to her breasts, fumbling with her bra until I got it unhooked. While I was gently squeezing one breast and nibbling and sucking on the other, Miranda held my head tightly to her bosom and began rubbing her crotch against my leg.

  She squirmed as I trailed kisses down her stomach to the waistband of her panties, and she gave me a hand as I pulled them off. We fell onto the carpet. I moved down to her toes and began to slowly lick, kiss, suck, and nibble my way up her legs, trying to restrain myself from taking her right then so she could revel in the attention. The further up the inside of her legs I moved, the more she tensed and squirmed.

  Some very light licks on her swelling vulva and across her clitoris brought shivers and a halfhearted attempt to push me away. I continued to lightly lick and suck her outer lips, slowly increasing the pressure and paying more and more attention to her clitoris, until I began sucking on it, first lightly and then harder as the little bud grew and swelled in my mouth.

  I truly love eating Miranda’s pussy. She tastes great and responds so visibly to what I’m doing that there’s no question in my mind she’s enjoying it. The more excited she gets the harder she squirms and tries to push me away. She’s strong and very limber, so it becomes quite a workout for us both. I finally let her succeed in pushing me away when she began muttering something about wanting to get more!

  As she pushed me on my back she mounted my waist, leaned down and gave me a long, deep, and passionate kiss. There’s something absolutely right about making love with Miranda as opposed to having sex with my wife, because I last so much longer and enjoy it so much more with Miranda than with any other woman I’ve ever been with.

  I watched her beautiful breasts bobble and sway as she sat up, moved back, and reached around to guide me into her. As she lowered herself onto my cock, her warmth and her soft tightness felt like heaven. The pleasure on her face, the sight of her breasts bouncing up and down, the feel of her thighs rubbing against mine sent me to heaven. The passionate kisses we shared added to the sensation. I wanted this lovemaking to last forever.

  The feel of Miranda’s pussy wrapped around my cock had me harder than ever. There’s a point when you’re with a woman you love that sex becomes instinctual, and that’s the point I’ve reached with Miranda. I pulled myself from her silky depths and held her close. She reached down and lodged my cockhead between her wet lips and then impaled herself on it again. We sat on the carpet by the side of the desk, Miranda straddling my lap, and con
tinued to make beautiful love. She ground her hips against my thighs slowly at first, sliding back and forth on my legs as she worked my penis around. At points I was lodged so deeply in her that the tip of my prick settled against her soft, warm cervix. At other times I withdrew until the head barely popped past the lips of her pussy.

  As I fucked Miranda’s wonderful cunt, I knew that I was going to have a climax soon, and I told my darling that I was about to give her my ejaculate. When she whispered in my ear that she wanted to come along with me, it just about drove me crazy. Soon she pushed me back down, dug her nails into my chest, and began riding me like there was no tomorrow.

  I reached down and split the lips of her cunt, pulling her open and massaging her clit lightly with the sides of my thumbs. When she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and buried her face in my neck, I knew she was ready to climax as well. I grabbed hold of her hips and started thrusting as hard as I could.

  As Miranda had her orgasm she pulled me up to her and gave me a long, hard kiss. I could feel the muscles inside her pussy rhythmically contracting and her juices running down my legs, and that was enough to send me over the edge. I’m always amazed at how wet Miranda gets when she comes. I take it as just another sign of how much she loves our sex play.

  She’s such a sweetheart. After we had both come down to earth and caught our breath for a minute, she began to apologize, saying that she was sorry she got me so wet. I laughed and assured her that I loved it because it made me feel good for her to so obviously enjoy our lovemaking as much as I did. She never fails to make me feel like the perfect lover.

  But then as we put our clothes back on we looked down and saw a stain on the carpet that must have been a foot in diameter. Miranda laughed and said that while I might enjoy her coming so much, it wasn’t too good for our director’s carpet. When we were in his office the next day I saw her staring at the floor. We shared a brief smile, hoping he wouldn’t ask what was so funny.

  —Name and address withheld

  An Evening of Card Games Shows That This Duo Is Also Lucky in Love

  Sitting with her elbows on the table, she watched as he shuffled the deck of cards. She waited until the last one was dealt, then picked up her hand and looked at them closely. She couldn’t hide her enthusiasm as she said, “Okay, I’ll bet you your socks.”

  Her opponent grinned and said, “Both socks?”

  “Yes,” she confirmed. “Both socks.”

  He said, “I’ll see your pair of socks and raise you a command.”

  She thought to herself that she was off to a good start this time with her pair of deuces.

  He had won the previous hand and she’d lost her shoes because his command was to take them off.

  She said, “Okay, that sounds good.”

  She handed him the two cards she wanted to trade in. He dealt her two new ones.

  She noticed that he didn’t take any cards. With a puzzled look she asked, “Is your hand that good?”

  He said, “This is all I need.”

  She had kept a queen of clubs and her pair of twos. She raised her cards to see that she’d drawn a queen and another two. She had a full house. She knew she had him.

  She asked, “What was the bid?”

  He grinned and said, “I believe you said socks and I raised you a command.”

  “That’s right.” She thought for a minute. “I think I’ll see your command and call. What have you got?”

  “Ha!” he said loudly as he slapped an open palm down on the table. “You over a barrel is what I’ve got!” He turned over his cards and she saw all black spades, in sequence. He had a straight flush. “Okay, baby, let’s see what you have.”

  Her mouth dropped. “No, that can’t be right. I thought I had you.”

  “What do you have?” he asked excitedly.

  She slowly turned over her hand and showed off her queen-high full house.

  He leaned back in his chair and put his arms over his head and said, “I believe you owe me your socks and also the command of my choice, now don’t you?”

  She looked down at her hands. “Hmmm. I guess I do, don’t I?”

  “Uh huh. Come over here.” He smiled and he held out his hand as she stood up and walked over to his chair. He lifted her chin with his finger so she was looking him in the eye. He pushed his chair away from the table and pulled her down onto his lap.

  She lifted her legs up one at a time and, pointing her toes, reached down and pulled off each sock. She turned to face him. He leaned into her and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and turned in his lap. He kissed her deeply and passionately, exploring her lips and mouth. She gently sucked on his tongue, catching it in her teeth as he slipped it in and out of her mouth. She shifted her weight on his thighs and stared deeply into his eyes.

  She slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He watched her fingers release each button revealing her soft skin. He could feel his arousal tighten his jeans as she slowly rocked against him. He pushed her blouse over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, revealing her white lace bra. He traced the outline of her bra with his finger, sending chills throughout her body and making the hair on her arms stand up. She waited for his next move. He took her face in his hands and kissed her.

  “Now for the command,” he said.

  “What would you like?” she asked.

  “I want you to take my cock out and play with it,” he told her.

  She slid off his lap and kneeled before him. She unbuttoned his pants and belt. His erection was visible through his pants. She laid her face against his manhood and rubbed her cheek and nose across it. Her fingers grasped the zipper and as she slowly pulled it down she could hear the teeth release. His erection stood out as she moved away his briefs. Her touch sent pangs of excitement throughout his body.

  She held him firmly in her hand, as she outlined the tip with her finger and followed the vein running its length. She could smell his manly scent and wanted so much to take him in her mouth to taste him, to please him and herself, but she was following his command. Then she released him, stood up, and began walking away.

  “Hey!” he called. “Where are you going?” he asked.

  She said, “I played with your cock. Now I’m ready for the next hand.”

  He was disappointed, but knew he was in for an even more exciting game.

  She shuffled the cards and dealt the new hand. After he passed on an opening bid, she opened by wagering his pants and shirt, even though she only had a pair of sevens. She threw down the two cards she wanted to trade. He looked at his cards and thought for a second. He also threw down two cards. She tossed them each two new ones and considered her options. She raised her bid to include his slippers.

  He looked at his hand, smiled, and said, “I’ll see your slippers and two articles of clothing and raise it to slippers, three articles of clothing, and a command.”

  “Oh, really?” she said with an arched eyebrow. “Okay, I’ll see that and call. What do you have, my dear?” she asked tentatively.

  “Nothing,” he said with a resigned grin. He stood and walked over to her.

  “What do you mean, you didn’t have anything?” she said with a giggle.

  He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, then moved away from the table and walked over to her. As he stood there waiting, she also moved away from the table.

  He said, “What would you like?”

  She thought for a moment and said, “I’m not really sure. If you remove your slippers and three articles of clothing then you’ll be totally nude, huh?”

  He nodded. She pondered her next move, with a smile on her face.

  The TV was tuned to a music video channel and an upbeat song came on. A thought occurred to her.

  “My command is for you to strip for me. And dance while you’re doing it.” She was trying to hide her amusement at his reaction. He wasn’t sure about this, but thought, What the hell.

  He swayed his hips as he unbuttoned his shirt. H
is moves were strained and awkward at first, but as he got more comfortable with the situation they became more erotic. He leaned down close to her as he removed his shirt, brushing his cheek against hers, exhaling a warm breath in her ear. She loved watching him, his beautiful body dancing and swaying to the music. He took her hand and urged her to stand and move away from the table with him. He continued to dance around her, rubbing his body against hers, as he removed the last of his clothes. Touching and caressing her face, he turned her in his arms as they continued their dance.

  Turning her around, he began rubbing his hard cock against her bottom, then snuggling against her, breathing in her ear, on her neck and down her back. She felt him release the clasp on her bra. She reached back and slid it off. He held her by her hips and pulled her close to him as they swayed to the music.

  Wrapping his arms around her he took her breasts in his hands and massaged them, pinching the nipples slightly, tugging and kneading. She arched her back and rubbed her bottom against his hardness. He took her hips and rubbed himself against her. She was so excited her breath was ragged as she tried to speak. Their dance was erotic and sensual. He turned her in his arms and kissed her.

  Sucking on her tongue and running his hands down over her soft, smooth bottom, he pulled her close so he could feel her soft breasts and erect nipples push into his chest. He felt her pubic hair nudging the underside of his shaft, the heat from her sex driving him crazy with desire. Her hands cupped his bottom, pulling him even harder against her small body. He pushed her away and said, “Ready for another round, ma’am?”

  “Oh, do we have to?”

  “One last hand . . . ”

  Sitting down, he dealt another hand of poker. He felt her foot slowly moving up his leg, rubbing up and down. She then massaged his manhood, which was still standing at attention, grasping gently with her toes.

  “I bet you two commands,” he says.