Letters to Penthouse XXXI

by Penthouse International

  “Hmmm, I’ll see your commands and bid one action,” she said.

  “Action?”

  “Yep, an action.”

  Throwing away one card, she asked for one back. He just grinned and said, “I’ll stay with what I have.”

  She glared at him and said, “I’ll raise you another action.”

  “I call.”

  “So what do you have, honey?”

  She laid her cards down, showing three tens and a pair of aces. A full house!

  “What do you have?”

  Throwing down his hand he said just what she wanted to hear. “Nothing. So what are your two commands and two actions, baby?”

  “Command one: Come stand here in front of me.”

  Easy enough. He stood and walked over to her.

  “Command two: I want you to masturbate yourself so I can watch.”

  He smiled. Grabbing his shaft he started slowly pumping it up and down. She watched intently as his hand started to slide faster and faster. Amazed, she saw his already hefty cock get longer, thicker, and even more red on the swollen head as he gave it long, smooth strokes. Precome oozed from the slit. She leaned forward to lick it off. Licking her lips, she smiled and said, “That tastes nice.”

  Pulling his hands off his long, pulsing cock, she leaned forward and said, “Here is my first action.” Sucking him deep inside her mouth, she held his testicles in her hands and gently caressed. He watched as she bobbed her head, swallowing his entire length, nimbly sucking all of his cock into her mouth and then backing off to see a string of saliva stretch from her tongue to his swollen cockhead.

  She looked up into his eyes with a sly grin on her face. Putting his hands on her head he tried to pull her back down on his shaft, but to no avail. She stood up, giving one last stroke to his length and said, “Here is my second action.”

  Pushing him backward onto the bed, she climbed onto his midsection. He could feel her pressing his erection down against his stomach with her wet sex, slippery and warm between two ridges of fur.

  She took his cock and raised it up, guiding it in between her thick lips. Dropping down, she impaled her hot sex on his shaft. They both moaned out loud with pleasure, as he filled her body fully. The look of extreme joy on her face made him feel so good. He arched up to feel his length filling her totally.

  Such sweet ecstasy. She bucked her hips against him and felt his manhood reach her depths. She knew she should stop before they both lost total control, but the sensations overwhelmed her. She raised her hips and slid him in and out of her. He arched his back enough to lift her from the bed. She moaned and cried out from the pleasure, once again bucking her hips against her lover’s groin.

  He held her breasts in his hands, kneading, tugging, and pulling. As she leaned forward, he took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked it aggressively as she continued to slide him in and out, bouncing up and down.

  She could feel her muscles tightening around his shaft and she filled herself up once again with his long hard cock.

  He placed his hands on her hips and said, “If we don’t stop now, we won’t.”

  She smiled and nodded breathlessly, “I do believe you’re right.” She got up and walked over to the table and picked up the deck of cards. He joined her. She looked at him and said with a gleam in her eye, “We could sit and play cards all night or we could just cut them to see who wins one final game for the night.”

  He smiled and replied, “I like that idea.”

  She shuffled the cards once and held the deck out to him. He cut the cards and reassembled the stack. She took the deck in her hands and cut it roughly in the middle. He reached over and took the deck in his hand and cut. He lifted his card to see what he had drawn.

  She demanded, with an arched eyebrow, “Show me your card.”

  He turned her hand over and saw that she had the eight of clubs. He set his card facedown on the table. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close and began kissing her passionately. Their tongues danced as he pressed his hard cock against her tummy. She took his tongue and sucked. He guided her backward and pressed her against the wall, pinning her. He took both breasts in his hands as he kissed her neck. He kissed down to her breasts. He squeezed them together, pressing them both against his face. He turned his head and licked one nipple, guiding his teeth across it as he did. Then he turned back and licked the other.

  Aggressively he massaged her breasts against his tongue, and his face. He devoured them as he sucked.

  She was very excited. She could feel her wetness. She moaned with pleasure as she ran her fingers through his hair. He reached down between her legs with one hand as he was sucking her breast and began fingering her. Then he slid his finger up to her clit, rubbed it, and went back down to plunge it inside her.

  She rocked her hips against his hand. Her breath was escaping in short gasps. She could feel her orgasm building. Her muscles began tightening around his fingers, her hips began moving faster, she cried out as she started coming. He stopped his assault and kissed her deeply. She was out of breath and still wanting. He looked into her eyes and said, “So what do you want me to do? Tell me now.”

  She was dazed and disoriented from her state of excitement. She tried to regain her composure as he led her to the bed. He motioned for her to sit.

  He knelt in front of her and kissed her, making her passion even more uncontrollable. “Sweetheart, tell me what you want me to do.”

  She raised her eyes to meet his and whispered, “Show me no mercy.”

  Her words sent pangs of desire throughout his body. His cock throbbed from wanting her. He laid her back on the bed as he positioned himself on the floor. He kissed up her thigh and crossed to the other, kissing, teasing. She opened her legs wider. He could smell her sweet sex. The wetness glistened on her lips. He licked up her cunt, sending shivers through her body. He parted her lips and could see her clit standing erect. He flicked it with his tongue, her body jerking. He enjoyed teasing her as much as she enjoyed being teased. He took her clit in his mouth and sucked, rolling his tongue across its ridge. She arched her back, rocking her hips. He quickened his pace.

  She reached down and pressed his face into her. She moaned with delight as he slid his tongue down and dipped it deep inside her, tasting her sweet juices. He then kissed her perineum and dragged his tongue to her little bud. He tickled it then pressed lightly against it. She felt the sensation build in her tummy. He licked her bud again and began dragging his tongue back up toward her clit.

  He inserted his fingers inside her.

  She wiggled under him as he took her clit in his mouth and rubbed it with his lips. She could feel herself reaching her climax as he continued his torture. Her muscles tightened around his fingers as her legs began to quiver. She cried out, “Oh, yes! Oh, my god, yes.” He could feel his finger getting wetter as she kept coming. He wallowed in her pleasure. His cock throbbed with desire. She continued to moan, as he continued pleasuring her.

  She called out, “Oh, give it to me. I want it now. Please fuck me!”

  He turned her over and pulled her close to the edge of the bed. He slowly guided his member to her opening, her juices covering his shaft. As he felt the head enter, he thrust himself deep within her. She cried out and he moaned with pleasure. He quickly began slamming in and out of her, as she bucked herself against him.

  An orgasm was rushing through her body. He could feel the tightening deep within his testicles as she pushed him back and pulled him out of her. She pushed herself against him and guided his cock to her asshole, as he began to relax. She rocked her hips against his cock, pleading, “Take me back there.” He grabbed her hips and slowly pushed against her sphincter. He felt her relax and drove inside her. It was hot and tight, more sensation than he could possibly stand. She moved her hips backward, taking all of him in. He started with long slow pumps, then began slamming deep into her. She cried out with pleasure, and she reached down so she could rub her clit, rocking her hip
s. He banged her harder and faster. When she cried out with her orgasm, he too, began to come. He filled her with sperm.

  The passion had overcome them both. They both lay there to regain their composure, trying to catch their breath. As he lay beside her, she turned in his arms, kissed his forehead and said, “Thank you.” He sighed and pulled her closer. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Waking up later, she walked by the table. Curiosity got the best of her as she picked up his last card. She smiled as she turned it over to see an ace.

  She looked over at the bed, to see him smiling back at her. She said, “An ace? That beat my eight . . . you were the real winner!”

  He jumped off the bed and walked over to her side. He took her in his arms and said, “Yeah, I know.”

  —J.F., Carteret, New Jersey

  At This Pajama Party, There Weren’t any PJs to Get in the Way of the Fun

  Denise and I have been best friends since we were kids, and have shared everything—boyfriends, puberty, makeup, life, and so on. So it was difficult when I got a scholarship to a university in another state and had to move away. During one particularly stressful semester I decided to come home for the weekend to relax. As soon as I got home I called Denise. She said to come right over and spend the night at her house. We would have an old-fashioned pajama party! We were having a great time, sitting around in our long T-shirts and panties sipping wine. Of course, the subject soon enough turned to guys.

  “I’ve had some decent dates,” I said, “but nothing serious.”

  “Oh, come on, Chris!” Denise said. “You’re so good-looking! You know you could have any guy you want.”

  “There’s definitely some studs around campus I’d like to get to know,” I said. “But I’ve tried to focus on studying and my grades. I’m so stressed!”

  “Let me help, sweetie,” she said. She started rubbing my shoulders.

  “You’re such a sweetheart,” I said. “Maybe I just need to meet a wealthy, handsome man who’ll take care of me.”

  “Rich, and good-looking, and—”

  “And hung like a horse!” I giggled. It was the wine hitting me. “Hey, Denise, I brought something special to show you!” I pulled an erotic “women’s magazine” from my backpack and turned to a marked page. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”

  “Nice,” she said, tracing her finger across the model’s plump penis. We flipped pages, comparing the various nude men posing. Some looked really silly doing it, some super-hot.

  Denise excused herself to get some more wine, and brought back another magazine, Penthouse Letters. I’d never looked at it. The only erotic stories I’d read were silly romance novels.

  “Just lie down and enjoy,” she said.

  I lifted my shirt and stretched out on my tummy, and she caressed my neck and back. Her fingers were delicious. I was really beginning to relax. And the stories of those men who get off watching hot young studs service their wives started really turning me on.

  “Are you going to a gym?” Denise said at one point. “You’re getting so firm. You look like a bikini model.”

  Her hands worked their way down the small of my back. Although we’d shared many things over the years, we’d never had a real sexual experience. We just French-kissed once—to compare kissing styles. We were always too interested in guys. Now I was starting to think Denise was trying to seduce me.

  “Look at this,” I said, indicating a blonde on her knees with a large, veiny cock in her face and her tongue held out. “Have you ever seen one that big?”

  “What if I said I have?” she said, peeling my panties down my butt. “What if I said that, purely by accident, I’ve seen one bigger than any you’ve seen in your magazines?” As she rubbed my ass cheeks, her thumbs slid into my crack.

  “Oh,” I said, “I’d expect you to share it with me.” I turned the page to where the blonde was sucking the huge cock.

  “Don’t think I’m weird or anything, but Steve masturbates, and I saw him one day—I didn’t mean to—and Chris, it’s giant!” Now she was really trying to get me going. She knew I had a crush on her brother’s friend Steve, who had lived with them since his folks died in a car crash years before. He was a quiet guy, a really good football player, built like a Greek god. And super-good-looking.

  “But Steve’s kind of short,” I said. “His dick can’t be that long. And isn’t he marrying that virgin cheerleading-captain, homecoming-queen girlfriend of his?”

  “Exactly,” she said. “He’s out with her right now. And I bet she’s not giving him any! Now I have a plan, but you have to promise not to let him see you, or hear you, or know about this. Promise!”

  “I promise,” I said. I raised my butt and felt Denise’s fingers slip between my legs into my juices. I moaned as she found my clit. Just then we heard the garage door close loudly.

  “Hurry,” she said, “he’s here.” She had me hide in Steve’s large walk-in closet while she went down to the kitchen, where she knew he’d be looking for a bedtime snack. I found out later that the homemade chocolate-chip cookie she offered him contained Viagra she’d taken from her dad’s medicine cabinet. She excused herself to bed and joined me upstairs in Steve’s closet. We could see out through the folding doors, but it was impossible to see in. I was nervous, but Denise assured me he wouldn’t be going to his closet this late.

  Finally, Steve burst into the room and locked the door behind him. He turned on the TV and threw his shirt in the corner. I hadn’t seen him in a while. He was really muscular and had a nice tan. He was still a little short—maybe five-eight or five-nine—but he was built incredibly. He dropped his pants and sat on the bed with the phone in his hand. Then he clicked on the lamp over his bed. I had a great view of the fat lump in his briefs. When we were younger and all went swimming together, I always thought he had a boner or something. Maybe he really was “gifted.”

  He talked to Maryann, his virgin girlfriend, for what seemed like an eternity, telling her good night a hundred times. As he talked, he pinched his nipples with his free hand, then reached into his shorts to adjust his growing slab. I bit my lip. Finally he slammed down the phone and pulled down his briefs.

  Out flopped the longest dick I had ever seen. I jumped! Denise held my hand to calm me. Steve sat naked with his snake over his thigh hanging to his knee. He stretched it out like a rubber hose and ran his palms up and down it as it filled out. It dwarfed his big fists.

  “No way he has enough blood in his body to make that thing stand up,” I whispered to Denise. But to my amazement, it did. As he stroked it up and down, it got harder and stood out from his body on its own. All at once it leaped straight up and popped him in the stomach. It had an incredible arc, the knob curling back to his six-pack abs.

  “God, that’s incredible!” I whispered.

  Steve gathered his pillows in a pile and straddled them. As he lay atop his lucky “lady,” I admired the muscles rippling through his shoulders and back. He was perfect! He lifted his hips, baring his hefty ball sac to the closet, and came down on the pillows, squeezing his perfect butt cheeks together. Up and down his ass went, making the bed squeak.

  That was so sexy, I couldn’t stand it. In total lust, I jammed my fingers in my panties to frig myself while I watched this dream hunk hump his pillow faster and faster. I just wished it was me.

  I suppose he got tired of the pillows. He hopped off the bed and walked over to the full-length mirror on the bathroom door to admire himself. Any other guy would have looked ridiculous. He looked awesome—his cock curling up proudly above his belly button. He pulled it from his gut and rubbed the massive knob on the mirror, smearing precome on it.

  “Suck my big banana!” he cried out.

  “It’s mine,” I gasped. “I’m going for it.”

  “Chris, you promised!” Denise said. She held me back, whispering, “Let me help.” She nuzzled my neck and slid her hands down, cupping my breasts. All this time, I just stared through the closet door, my
eyes glued to the action.

  Steve had walked back to his bed and knelt on the corner. Denise moved her hands behind me and caressed my ass. She slid her fingers down the crack to my cunt and pulled my panties aside to rub my clit. I saw Steve lean back on his knees, his heels pressed against his still buns. I couldn’t believe it! His fist was jacking up and down his massive dick!

  Denise slipped her finger into my wet pussy, and I pushed right back against her hand, wanting more. Another finger went inside me, and then another. I was flushed with excitement. Steve’s fist was a blur. Denise nibbled at my ear, then wet it with her tongue. I was dizzy and weak. I thought I would faint.

  The incredible moment arrived. As Steve squeezed his balls with one hand and the base of his swollen shaft with the other, glob after glob of gooey jism poured out. My vagina quivered and contracted. With Denise finger-fucking me furiously, I came like mad.

  Steve’s huge load splattered all over his chest and coated his hand. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen! Denise steadied me in her arms as I tried to catch my breath. How I wished I could lick him clean! I had swallowed come only once, with an old boyfriend. I decided I didn’t like it and never tried it again. Suddenly I was desperately craving a mouthful of Steve’s joy juice.

  He must have noticed what a mess he’d made, and hobbled to the bathroom, his red banana still throbbing in the air, dripping strings of come.

  “C’mon, let’s get out of here while he’s cleaning up,” Denise urged as soon as we heard the shower running. As I crept out of the room behind Denise, I paused to scoop up a puddle of come from the bed. I cradled it in my hand as I tiptoed downstairs to Denise’s bedroom.

  We lay in her bed together, both of us nude. With my heart still pounding heavily, I played with the precious jism coating my fingers. I held them over my face and let Steve’s come drip into my mouth, then licked my hand clean.

  Denise asked if I liked the show. I said it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and wished there was some way I could thank her. She parted her thighs and rubbed her pussy, which was open in front of me. I knew what she wanted. I was nervous about what I was about to do, but this was such an erotic evening, and she was my best friend, and since I couldn’t have her brother’s friend—