by Letters to Penthouse XXXVI- Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires (epub)
—Name and address withheld
Love Thy Neighbor
I’m a thirty-three-year-old, ninety-eight-pound woman with light-brown hair and dark-brown eyes. About a year ago, I moved into a new apartment, downstairs from a man whom I wanted from the first time I saw him. He’s forty-four years old, has semilong blond hair with a little gray (which I think is sexy), blue eyes, and a sexy ass.
I’m a very shy person, and we would have never met if he hadn’t said hello first. Pretty soon he started coming down to my place. He taught me to play a dice game called 10,000; we played it a couple of times a week, always until the wee hours of the morning. At about nine o’clock one night, he came down while I was nursing a sunburn I had gotten after falling asleep sunbathing in my yard. I was putting on some lotion, but there were some places that I still needed help in reaching. He offered to do them for me, and I couldn’t say no to him.
This was the moment I had fantasized about. I loosened my Hawaiian wrap, which was the only thing I had on, then I got down on my stomach so he could rub the lotion on my back. He started at the top of my shoulders and worked his way down to my burned little ass. I lay still with my eyes closed, enjoying every moment of it and hoping that he wouldn’t stop there. I heard him squeeze some more lotion out of the bottle and onto the small of my back. I could feel the cold, thick lotion dripping down my butt crack. He rubbed it in gently, then spread my legs apart with his hands, exposing my hot, juicy pussy. I’d read about things like this happening to other people, but I never thought it could happen to me!
Then he asked me to turn over and said he would rub down my front side, if I would like him to. Of course I wanted him to do that for me! He was so good I had to let him finish the job, so I happily rolled over onto my back. His hands rubbed the cool lotion across my breasts, down my stomach, and over my cunt, sending chills of excitement up my spine. I couldn’t hide how wet and turned on he made me anymore. He must have noticed, because he leaned forward and gave me a long, soft kiss, at the same time slipping two fingers slowly in and out of my sopping-wet pussy.
My nipples were as hard as two pebbles in an ice-cold stream. He squeezed them between his lips, making me hotter with every touch before licking his way to my navel. Somehow he knew where my sensitive spots were. He seemed to enjoy watching me squirm with every nibble he took. My leg brushed up against the large cock in his pants; woodrow was standing tall and hard, saluting me. That made me want him even more. I could feel my pussy throbbing, and I wanted to feel his cock inside me so badly.
He worked his way down to my pussy until he was licking and sucking my clitoris. I didn’t want him to ever stop. With his tongue probing my vagina, I could feel I was about to come. It felt so good I couldn’t handle it anymore. He kept on eating my pussy and I couldn’t stop myself from coming. I started to moan, then scream. Oh, my God, I could feel my whole body quivering! He came back up and kissed my mouth. I could taste my sweet juices on his lips. I whispered to him in a soft voice, “Lie down. Now it’s your turn.”
I unbuttoned his pants, took his cock in my hands, and started licking around the head, inching my way down the shaft and taking in as much as possible. I sucked him long and hard, savoring the whole thing and stopping just long enough to suck his balls, taking one at a time in my mouth and rolling them around with my tongue. Then I returned to my everlasting sucker.
He told me he was about to come, so I stopped before he shot his load. He sat up and I wrapped my legs around him, slowly putting his cock into my pussy. I rode him like he was a wild stallion for as long as I could. I felt another orgasm coming and just couldn’t hold back. I started screaming. His woodrow kept thrusting and I came again and again. I practically lost count of how many times I came. I thought to myself, This man is my own “sex machine.”
I lay there in his arms for a few moments and then looked at the clock and saw that he was going to be late for work. I couldn’t believe it! We had fucked the whole night away!
The two of us get together quite often now. And the sex just keeps getting better and better.
—S.H., Sausalito, California
Moving Violation
A few months ago I was on my way back from the Great Northwest. I had gone there to help my sister move to a new house, and after she was settled in I decided to stop off to see an old friend in Oregon. We had been lovers many years ago before he relocated to Oregon, but we had stayed in touch through divorces, job changes, and life’s other little ups and downs.
My husband, who is very sexually liberated, knew my plans and had no problems with my visit. In fact, he encouraged me to enjoy myself. Which I did.
Larry picked me up at the car rental desk, and we spent the drive to his home in a beautiful seaside village catching up on old times. After we arrived, I unpacked and then we relaxed over a few cocktails, more conversation, and some great music. Then we left for dinner, drinks, and a trip to see his boat at the marina. Our brief tour ended up on the couch in the aft section, where the petting became serious. It wasn’t long before I removed my top so that my 34C tits could be fully appreciated by his eyes, hands, and lips. He begged me to remove my skintight Levi’s, too, but until I had to excuse myself and use the bathroom, I decided not to comply.
The attention he paid to my breasts made my pussy wet and got me so excited I had to relieve myself. When I pulled down my pants to pee I decided to just leave them on the bathroom floor. I walked back into the living quarters totally nude to find the most surprised and pleased man you could imagine. His praise for my action and my great body was interrupted when I walked over and asked him to suck on my tits some more. He put his hands around my waist and licked and nibbled and played with my tits until my twat was just creaming. His sucking sent bolts of pleasure down to my pussy. When he finally slid his hands down to play with my clit, he found out just how wet I was.
He pushed me back on a padded seat and stood while I lay on my back without a stitch of clothing, playing with my tits and pussy. He again showed my clit the attention it needed by using his hands. As I leaned back, arching my hips and closing my eyes, I heard the familiar sound of a zipper opening. When I felt his smooth cockhead rubbing against my pussy, I looked down at the largest dick I’d ever seen poised to be thrust into my waiting hole. He filled me slowly but completely with his great cock and continued to pump my pussy for a very long time. He grabbed my ankles with his hands and spread my legs apart to provide easier access to my cunt.
He fucked me through my moans and screams and constant requests for more cock, harder and deeper. It seemed he was fucking me longer than I’d ever been fucked before. He told me he was about to come, and did he ever! He filled up my cunt with bursts of hot, sticky, wonderful spunk while he told me how beautiful I looked and what a great fuck I was.
That was just the start of a weekend filled with the wonderful sights and sounds of fucking, sucking, and coming.
—T.L., San Diego, California
And All That Jizz
I’m a twenty-one-year-old black woman with a huge appetite for adventurous sex, and I thought it would be nice to share one of my favorite escapades with my fellow Forum readers.
My boyfriend Ronnie and I were riding along a deserted country road when the low, gray sky seemed to start closing in on us. We rolled down the car windows just enough to smell the heavy rain-scented air.
Ronnie’s hands were on the steering wheel and he looked straight ahead, peering through the raindrops gathering on the windshield. I reached down and tuned the radio to a soft jazz station. That music always puts me in a playful mood. Just when Ronnie clicked the windshield wipers on, I kicked off my heels and hiked my miniskirt up to my hips. Ronnie looked over and immediately saw that I wasn’t wearing any panties. All he saw was the curly black bush surrounding my cocoa-brown clit.
He slowed the car down a little and watched me finger my fat pussy with one hand and twist my olive-colored nipples with the other. Then I turned around
to face him so he could see my sloppy-wet pussy and firm, juicy tits. I threw my left leg up onto the seat so Ronnie could get a better view of me masturbating. I was moaning and breathing heavily as my middle and index fingers slid in and out of my wet, hungry cunt hole.
Ronnie briefly glanced at the road, then he looked back at me. In that time, I pulled an eight-inch dildo out of my purse. As he watched, I pushed the toy deep into my slippery cunt, sending beautiful chills all throughout my body. Ronnie’s mouth was wide open because he was genuinely shocked at my behavior. He had never seen me act that way before, but I could tell that he loved every bit of it!
The slutty little show I was putting on made his big dick strain against the front of his Dockers. He told me that his balls were aching to be drained, so we had to find a place to park—and fast. Suddenly we spotted an old warehouse a couple of dozen yards down the road. We approached it with caution and anticipation. “Hurry! I need your big black dick now!” I said to him. His response to this was to step on the gas and get us to our honeycomb hideout.
I was still fucking myself wildly when he got out of the car, came around to my side, and opened the door. He stepped out of his pants and pushed his hard dick into my mouth, stuffing the head of it all the way to the back of my throat. I gulped every inch and still wanted more. I sucked him, massaged his balls, then sucked him and massaged his balls some more. There was a stream of saliva running down to my waist. Damn, I was horny! I needed more!
Ronnie snatched me out of the car and bent me over the cold hood, exposing my bare ass. My breasts were tingling in the moist, chilly air. He positioned himself behind me and shoved the dildo into my butt. I yelled out in pleasure as he fucked my once-virgin asshole. Until then, I’d never had anything more than a tongue in my ass.
Once I relaxed and opened up, my gasps turned into moans of ecstasy. Still holding the dildo in my ass, Ronnie grabbed his big, hard dick and stuck it into my gaping pussy. Oh, my God! I’d never had both my holes filled at once. I absolutely loved the new experience!
I started to scream, “Fuck me, Ronnie! Fuck me hard!” while he rocked my holes like a madman. I begged Ronnie to shoot his load in my ass, but I came before I could even get the words out, sending trails of pussy juice down my thighs. Moments later, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and followed with an explosive orgasm of his own.
I turned around just in time to catch his tasty nectar in my mouth. I ate his sweet treat and swallowed it in one delightful gulp. I looked up into his sleepy eyes as I gently squeezed the rest of the come out of his balls. I wanted it all! A smile spread across my plump, luscious lips as I smeared the rest of his come over my face and lips. Then I thanked Ronnie for the new adventure.
On our way home, I clicked the radio on again. Guess what was playing? Soft jazz! I looked over at him, and he looked over at me. Ronnie shifted uneasily in his seat and said, “No, Sondra, baby! Not again!”
—S.R., Lawrence, Kansas
Paint Misbehaving
I’m thirty-five years old and have been a painter since I was twelve. Unfortunately—unfortunately for my eyes, I mean—I live in a college town. There’s an art school here where the kids learn less than I’ve forgotten. But at least each new semester provides us horny old men with an influx of fresh flesh.
Leslie is a gorgeous blonde thing, eighteen years old and putting herself through school. She isn’t a waif, like so many art school girls are. She’s got some meat on her, just the way I like ’em. She has that healthy country-girl look and, even though she dyes her hair a little—it’s really long and has red streaks dashing through it—her flesh isn’t covered in tattoos. I hate that shit, especially on young girls. It makes them look like they’re all used up.
One day I stopped by the gallery where Leslie works. It’s a photography gallery, even though Leslie’s a painter like me, but it’s a nice job in a nice setup.
“When are you coming around my studio again, Les?” I asked.
“Have you finished any new stuff?” she asked, like she knew I only wanted to get inside her pants. The second girls figure that out, they start to give you indecisive answers.
“I’m working on a few pieces for three, maybe four shows. They’re all scheduled for next year.”
“No shit,” Leslie said. Then she beamed at me again. “That is, like, so cool.”
“I’ve been working at it most of my life,” I said.
“If only I could be that lucky.”
“Luck doesn’t have a lot to do with it.”
No, it doesn’t. Leslie invited me to come look at her studio later that day. When I got there she had changed into a pair of old, paint-splattered bib overalls. She smiled at me over her shoulder as I went up behind her and covered her breasts with my large palms. I brushed my mouth through her long, blonde-reddish hair and nibbled her earlobe. My tongue circled her ear, then finally settled in her ear hole. Darting in and out of her ear made me want to dart in and out of her pussy.
Her hair falls all the way down her back, and I ran my fingers through it as I rubbed her ass. Then I brought my hand around to her box and pressed up. I balled my hand into a fist and pressed harder. She moaned something I couldn’t understand, so I pressed hard again.
“Oh, that’s good,” she squealed.
“Cool,” I said, poking fun at her favorite expression. I wanted nothing more than to get inside her, but those damn overalls were in the way, so I reached under the bib and started untucking her blouse. She has big, lovable breasts. The more I squeezed them, the more she moaned. I moved her shirt up until I had her breasts bare and leaned forward to put my lips around a nipple. I couldn’t believe what I heard when she whispered in my ear: “Suck them harder.” So I did, drawing the whole areola into my mouth.
I unsnapped the clasps at the front of the bib and unbuttoned her blouse. She was so horny at this point that she was already starting to undo the buttons on the waist of her overalls. I was still holding her aloft and sucking her titties when I let her undo my pants until my big beef jerky slid out. She held it between two fingers, like it was delicate or something. I wanted to teach her how to really jerk that monster, but shit, I was so horny I would have settled for anything.
By then she had her panties down far enough to permit insertion. She had to guide it in herself as I lowered her down. At first it was awkward getting up into her snatch; her two fingers glided down to the base of my dick and she gave it some wimpy little jerks. “Come on, honey,” I said. She must have been a mind reader, because then she opened her hand and cupped my balls. Hallelujah! Soon I was easily sliding up into her.
I wasn’t able to come while we were standing up, so Leslie got on her knees on the floor in front of me. She was naked by then and I saw that her belly really stuck out, but I didn’t care. I mounted her from behind, her tummy a few inches from the floor. I put one hand under her belly and with the other I tweaked her jugs. I’ve felt some sloppy pussies before, but I swear that Leslie’s was making gulping noises as I thrust in and pulled out. She was huffing and puffing and making sounds that I couldn’t believe—really putting her whole body into it, whooping as though taking air into her lungs was sexual by itself.
I felt a pinpoint of pleasure in my dick, starting at the very base and moving up to the head. I was stroking so fast I slipped out of her, my dick dripping. Leslie was shaking her butt and almost fell over on her side. I steadied her and slid back in. Suddenly her jerks stopped coming so forcefully. She gasped like she was having a heart attack, but she was loving it. Her ass twitched in intense little spasms. I pulled out again and watched her have her orgasm, writhing on the floor. Her ass moved spastically, her fingers stuck in her mouth.
She didn’t need me anymore, but boy, I needed her to do one last thing. As I walked toward her, I stepped on a palette of paint on the floor. She giggled and looked up at me with her eyes aglow. Then she dragged her fingers across the paint palette, and with a really wild laugh started splattering the paint a
ll over her chest. Her tits were streaked with red and blue and green. She stroked her nipples vigorously. Pinching one hard, she tried to bring it to her mouth. Soon her breasts were multicolored, her mouth was open and she was tweaking her nipple like a balloon. She even had paint streaks through her hair. She finally reached the nipple, circling it with the tip of her tongue.
That did it for me. I stuck my aching dick where her tongue was. She started rubbing it up and down between her breasts, paint sliding all over my cock before she took it into her mouth. The second I felt her tongue orbiting the head with that wet delectable motion, I started coming and coming. Her mouth was working my cock for semen and drinking it all in. She even put her hand underneath the shaft and milked it dry.
I’ve gotten together with Leslie a few times since then so she can learn some more about art. Especially body painting.
—J.T., Austin, Texas
All in a Day’s Work
I’ve been reading your magazine for about twenty years and have always wanted to write about one of my sexual adventures. I’ve had plenty of “letter-worthy” things happen to me over the last twenty-five years, and now is the right time to send one in.
I’m a forty-year-old black man, just recently retired from the military after two decades. At six feet and 190 pounds, I’m no Denzel Washington, but I’ve done all right with the ladies. I’ve had my share: black, white, young, old, tall, short, skinny, fat. They weren’t all Tyra Banks or Vanessa Williams, but they were all sexy in their own way.
The lady I’m writing to tell you about is my fiancée. I’ve known her for four years, and she’s really something else! At thirty-six, she’s looking real good. She’s a tall, light-skinned sister with auburn hair and dark brown eyes. She goes to the gym three times a week, her hair and makeup are always perfect, and she dresses to impress. She especially loves wearing short skirts that show off her long slim legs.