Letters to Penthouse XXXVI

by Letters to Penthouse XXXVI- Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires (epub)

  He said nothing and quickly stood up. I stared with uninhibited joy at the magnificence of his erect cock. As Gary pulled me to him, I could feel his giant prick pulsing against my labia. I wanted that cock inside me!

  He cupped one of my breasts in his hand, his thumb massaging the erect nipple. “Now,” he said. His mouth came down hungrily on mine. I grasped him around the waist, feeling his hard shaft pressing up against my pussy. My tongue began to trace circles along his neck and down his smooth, hard chest. I licked at the tender skin near his armpit and pulled away to look up at him.

  “I’ve never done it standing up before,” I said. “Show me how.”

  Effortlessly, he lifted me from the floor of the shower. Automatically, my legs twined around his torso. His eyes never left mine as his cock eased into me. I gasped, unprepared for the effect his huge, perfect dick was to have on me. It pressed against the walls of my pussy, filling me as I had never been filled before.

  He thrust into me with deep, slow strokes. My fingers dug into his shoulders as his hands on my buttocks guided me up and down to meet his rhythm. I began to breathe faster as he picked up speed. Gary would pull almost all the way out, teasing my pussy lips with the bulb of his prick, then slide it all the way in again. After a few minutes I was delirious, and came in a series of explosions that thundered within me like little bombs. Seconds later, Gary came inside me, groaning like an animal as he emptied his load into my cunt.

  I haven’t been stung by any more jellyfish, but that hasn’t kept Gary from stopping by my outdoor shower every day. Now I’m not lonely—or horny—anymore.

  —K.S., Carlsbad, California

  Minding the Store

  It was a quiet Saturday in a sleepy town in the West. I was working with Rachel in a small retail store.

  Rachel was a prim and proper gal with firm religious principles, to the point of being prudish. She appeared to be taller than her five-feet-six-inch frame, but maybe that was just her moral uprightness I was seeing. Her pale complexion contrasted with her dark hair beautifully, and she had a pretty smile.

  During a lull in business she complained about her neck hurting. In reply, I started to knead her neck for a few minutes. There was a sudden silence between us. The tension was finally broken by a customer entering the store.

  Later in the afternoon I was bending over to get some sacks from under the counter when she dragged her hand across the cheeks of my ass, pretending it was an accident. When closing time came, I locked the front and back doors while Rachel checked out the tills. We both finished at the same time and met at the back counter.

  Rachel again complained about her neck, so I offered to rub it again. She accepted and stood in front of me. I began rubbing her neck and immediately the sparks were flying—you could feel the tension in the room. She rotated her neck in rhythm to my massage and leaned back against me. I immediately got aroused and thought about kissing her neck. I leaned forward to her ear and asked her how she felt. Before I knew it she groaned, turned around and kissed me, all in one motion. She also started grinding her hips into my groin.

  That was the fastest hard-on I ever got and she loved it, grinding her pussy into my hard rod. She had on a loose blouse and matching slacks. I reached up underneath her blouse and unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts. I touched her breasts and she began to breathe harder. Somehow we ended up on the floor, all the while her cunt was grinding and rubbing against my throbbing penis. We were on fire. (I found out later that I was the first man to touch her in six months, since her husband was not very active when he was home and had been away for three months on a new job.) I reached inside her pants and caressed her buns, but she wouldn’t let me touch her pussy. This went on for fifteen minutes or more. I couldn’t figure it out—she was on fire, but I wasn’t getting anywhere.

  Out of desperation I grabbed the cuffs of her blouse and pulled it off, first one arm then the other. She said, “I really shouldn’t be doing this,” as she wrapped her legs around me. I was surprised that she had much bigger breasts than what was suggested by the clothes she wore. Her talking stopped when I grabbed her breasts and tenderly kissed them, nibbling on her peaked nipples. As I unzipped her pants and pulled them down, she lifted her hips to help me take them off.

  Just as our bodies were ready to meet, she said, “You know I’m married.”

  “Don’t worry, Rachel,” I said, “I’m prepared,” and got a rubber out and rolled it down my dick. When my prick entered her slick pussy, we both groaned as our bodies merged. She came quickly. I was able to time my finish just as she came again, moaning and groaning loudly.

  After we calmed down, she apologized for her brazenness, telling me that she just couldn’t control her desire. I assured her that no harm was done, since the sex drive is stronger than most people realize. Her religious background had held her back until then, but it was like trying to hold back a big eighteen-wheeler going downhill without brakes.

  I invited her to join me several other times at work. She never turned down an invitation, and each encounter was just as passionate as the first.

  Out of all of the women in this town, I would have picked her the most unlikely to be unfaithful. The whole ordeal has taught me two valuable lessons: Never underestimate the power of religion, and if you have a good rap with a gal just about anything is possible.

  —G.R., Provo, Utah

  Drive My Car

  I am now age sixty-two, but this story will live in my mind until the day I die. It began in the early fifties when I decided to get out of the military and go to college.

  I was staying with my parents at the time and I had found a job for the summer to save some money for college. It was an electronics firm and I worked in shipping and receiving. My supervisor told me the business was run by a woman who was only twenty-six years old. He, like the rest of management, referred to their lady boss as “Poker Face.”

  Her father had died and her mother had passed away only one month later. Because she was the only child, the business was left to her. And I learned her father had taught her the business well. Knowing this, I had imagined Miss Poker Face to be ugly, ill tempered, and spoiled.

  The first time I set eyes on this lady (whom I will call Samantha) I was quite surprised, to put it mildly. She was gorgeous! She was tall, about five feet ten inches, with shoulder-length blonde hair and legs that just wouldn’t quit!

  I stared at her through one of the windows that surrounded her outer office as she talked to another coworker. I stood nailed to the spot, and got a hard-on just by looking at her. No female had ever had that kind of effect on me! She happened to look through the window and notice me. She smiled and waved.

  A couple of days later I met her face to face and we talked. We exchanged names and other pleasantries. She was very friendly and smiled a lot, or at least she did to me. Many of my coworkers said later that she had never acted that way toward anyone else at the plant, not even people who were in management positions. I said I didn’t know why she was so friendly, and that was the truth. All I knew for sure was that I liked her looks. But I let it go at that, because I wasn’t in the same league with this lady. She was from the upper crust of society, doing charity work and God knows what else. She was constantly in the society pages of the papers.

  A few weeks passed, and my supervisor came up and said that Miss Poker Face wanted to see me in her office. He wanted to know what the hell was going on. The only answer I could give him was, “How should I know?”

  I went to her office and her secretary announced me. Samantha came to the door and asked me to come inside. She told her secretary to hold all calls and that she was not to be disturbed.

  When we sat down Samantha spoke first. She said she had a job for me, and she had taken the liberty of having a friend who worked for the state Justice Department check me out. She rattled off some things about me that I had long forgotten. She said she needed a driver for her car and that if I wanted the job I would h
ave to move into her home. She also said it would pay well and my expenses would be included.

  She swiveled around in her chair to face me, leaning back with only her toes touching the floor. Her skirt rode up, and I noticed her light-blue panties with a fringe of wild blonde hair clearly visible. I had an aching hard-on. It was just too much. She then said, “Why don’t we go out to the house, so you can see your room and then give me your answer. You can follow me in your car.”

  When we arrived at her home, we went straight to her office. She asked me to make her a scotch and water and whatever I wanted, and then excused herself for a few minutes. When she returned she sat behind her desk and turned toward me. There was that flash of panties again! But now she had on white panties. She had changed. My cock was so hard it was giving me fits! I stuck my hand into my pocket to hide my hard-on and got up and turned on the stereo. The theme from the movie Picnic was playing and I started swaying with the music.

  Samantha got up and said, “I see you like good music, too,” and moved right into my arms and started dancing. I tried not to touch her as my cock was so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it. But, as fate would have it, she caught her heel in the carpet and stumbled into me and my hard cock!

  I apologized and she said, “For what? I feel the same way toward you as you feel toward me. In fact,” she said, “I’m glad you like me.” We moved closer together with the music. She laid her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck while she moved her mound against my hard cock. Suddenly she put both arms around my neck and said, “Hold me tight!”

  I thought, What the hell, I was looking for another job anyway, and slid my hands down, cupped her ass with both hands, and pulled her tight against my hard cock. She took a deep breath and shuddered. She had come while rubbing my cock! I was about to come in my shorts. She whispered in my ear that she was so glad I liked her because I did things to her no man had ever done.

  I replied, “Sure I like you. You’re gorgeous. In fact, you look good enough to eat.” She whispered in my ear that nobody had ever said that to her as we started kissing and exploring. We were dry-humping each other as I grabbed her skirt from the rear and hiked it up to her waist. She didn’t protest as I backed her against the desk, laid her back, and pulled her panties off, dropping them to the plastic mat that the chair was sitting on. Her panties were so soaked that they made a wet splat when I dropped them. I could see that she was so absorbed in this lust that nothing else mattered. I sat in the chair, spread her legs, and parted her thick pubic hair. I really wanted to eat pussy for the first time in my life! She had the most beautiful pussy that I had ever set eyes on, and I had seen plenty of them when I was in the service!

  The first lick ran from bottom to top. She took a breath, let it out, and said, “Yes, yes, yes! Oh, God, yes!” She wrapped one leg around my head and the other across my back, pulling my face toward her pussy. Very soon she held her breath and slowly tightened her legs until I knew she was going to come. So I just wrapped my lips around her clit and flicked my tongue over it until she exploded in orgasm. The way she was humping my face, I thought I might drown in pleasure. She was discharging the sweetest pussy syrup one could imagine. I sat for a minute, staring at her and this incredible flower of hers, hypnotized.

  Enough of this, I thought. My cock was leaking on the floor and needed some relief. As she lay there, still in the process of catching her breath, I put her legs across my arms and eased the head of my seven-inch dick into her flooded cunt. She was tight! I knew she had been married briefly and then divorced, but this was virgin pussy! After a bit, I had my meat fully in the core of her cunt. I could feel her cervix with the head of my cock. I just held still as I felt her grip and release my dick. I knew I was going to lose it if I didn’t keep still for a couple of minutes.

  After a moment I began to move my ass in circles as she moaned and groaned, mumbling, “So good, so good. Yes, yes, yes. Do it to me!” Again I tried to hold still, but she wouldn’t. I gritted my teeth as I didn’t want to come just yet. I wanted to enjoy it because that was by far the best pussy this old boy had ever had in his life! (Getting her pregnant wasn’t a worry because I had had a vasectomy some time before that—and this was long before they were in vogue.) But holding back was not to be—I shot a hard line of come against her cervix and she got crazy in a hurry!

  Her calves were over my shoulders as I held her to my cock, holding on to her thighs as we came like gangbusters.

  After a while, when we had gained a little control of ourselves, she said, “You flooded me, bless your heart.” My cock was still hard, so I started to thrust into her again. The smell and sounds of fucking filled the room along with the steady dripping of come on the plastic mat.

  Afterward, we sat there for about ten minutes coming back down to earth. She was slumped forward with her head on my shoulder as we listened to our juices drip on the mat. Still impaled on my cock, she spoke first. “Well, I’ve experienced a few firsts today. Can you believe that?”

  “Like what?” I asked her.

  “For starters,” she said, “no man has ever seen my vagina before. That was the first time anyone ever kissed me there.” She also told me that it was the first time she had ever had an orgasm by means other than her fingers. She sat up, looked me straight in the eyes, and said that she had been looking for a man who would make her feel glad to be a woman. For the first time she said she was. Then she leaned down and kissed me and said she could taste her pussy on my mouth.

  “But you can kiss me tonight,” she added, “and taste your cock on my lips, because I want you to teach me how to suck your cock. I’ve never wanted to before, but I sure want to suck you.”

  As I dressed, she said she would fix us a bite to eat.

  “Okay,” I said, “but there’s one thing I would appreciate you doing for me before you get dressed. Trim that thatch of hair between your legs for me.”

  “Oh, no,” she said, “if you want it trimmed, that’s your job. Trim it the way you want it, okay?” Sounded good to me. I sure had no objection to playing with a gorgeous pussy.

  When I returned from fetching my things at my parents’ house, she was just starting dinner. I put my stuff away in a room that was quite grand. It had a sliding door separating it from the master bedroom she slept in. When I went to the kitchen she said, “Fix us a drink. I’ll be right back.” She was wearing a silk robe. I could see she had fresh makeup on, stockings, and pumps.

  When she returned she had changed into a different outfit. She had evidently been into my things, because she had on one of my shirts (unbuttoned) along with one of my ties knotted loosely around her neck! And this was all she had on! It was instant hard-on time! I couldn’t believe how hot she looked dressed in my clothes. She saw my bulge and said, “I think I already have it figured out—you like to see me naked, don’t you? But I must admit, it’s a real turn-on to be wearing your clothes.” I told her honestly that she looked better in them than I ever had.

  As we ate, we talked and sipped wine. She told me all about herself and why she had filed for divorce. I told her about myself and she asked me why I had never married. I just said that I had never met a lady who pushed all my buttons before. I told her she was the only lady who appealed to me enough to give me a hard-on fifty feet away.

  She laughed and said she had a confession to make. She said that I was the only man she had met in her lifetime whom she was attracted to—so much so that it caused her to cream her panties. We both agreed that there was no sense fighting it. We had lust in our hearts for each other.

  We talked for the best part of an hour. Samantha said she cared a lot for me, but was afraid she would end up getting hurt. I told her that was strange, because I was thinking the same thing. I told her what bothered me most was that she had money and all I had was an appetite.

  I told her up front that in public I wanted it to be employer and employee. I thought it would be best for her business and her social status if we kept it that w
ay. But in our private life, we would do whatever gave us pleasure. So we both agreed to let things stand that way.

  We cleared the table and realized that we had polished off the bottle of wine. While putting the dishes in the sink and watching Sam in my shirt with those superb tits peeking out at me, I knew I wanted some more of her pussy. She saw my bulge and asked, “Is that thing loaded?” Arm in arm we headed for the bedroom.

  Sam asked, “Were you serious when you asked me to trim my pussy?”

  “Sure,” I said. “Why?”

  By way of reply, she handed me a pair of scissors. She then lay back on the edge of the bed, pulled her knees up, and spread her legs. When I started trimming I couldn’t even see her seam! When I finished I was looking at a gorgeous pussy that was leaking love lava. I put the scissors down and started eating her. She squealed, saying how much more sensitive her labia felt. I got her going good when I put my cock in her, stroked a few times, pulled out, and started eating her again.

  I kept doing that until she had come several times. “Wait,” she said, “don’t come in me yet, because I want to do something to you.” When I sat on the bed she got between my legs and asked me to teach her how to suck cock.

  I told her about the sensitive area under the head, and to watch her teeth and the rest would come naturally. Then I just lay back and watched this gorgeous lady slip her lips over the head of my cock as she started pumping and sucking. Well, I have had my cock sucked by a hell of a lot of women who were more experienced at sucking cock, but none of them brought me off like Sam. I told her I was going to come and that she had better back off because I wasn’t sure if she was ready for that yet.

  She lifted her mouth off my cock and said, “I won’t learn how to suck you by stopping!” She got back on my cock with her mouth and stroked my shaft with her fist. I fired line after line of come into her mouth. She lost some of it, but she didn’t stop till she had licked my cock clean. And she wouldn’t stop till she had my meat hard again. She straddled me, putting my cock in her wet pussy, and rode me as I sucked and licked her tits. She got crazy again as she came and came. Finally, I reached my second peak as I shot another load into her.