by Letters to Penthouse XXXVI- Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires (epub)
She kept a tight grip on my cock and came up next to me on the bed. We lay together, exchanging kisses and caresses. My cock never got soft; a couple of minutes had not yet passed when she hopped up and planted herself right down on my slippery prick.
Facing me, she leaned back, supporting herself with her arms. She quickened the pace and slid up and down on my cock like a piston. She threw her head back and enjoyed everything I had to give her. Like a wild horse, she thrashed around, rotating her pussy on my prick while riding up and down at the same time.
She pulled herself forward and looked me straight in the eyes. With a little smirk, she said, “Do you think you can roll and still stay in me?” I should preface this by telling you that I only had a twin bed at the time. I nodded my affirmation and we rolled together right off the side of the bed. To our surprise, my cock never left her pussy and we never missed a beat. I was now firing my manhood into her with intensity and vigor. Her pussy was making loud slurping sounds and that only made me go faster. She brought her pussy up to meet me at every thrust.
Suddenly, she thrust back with such force that I was propelled to the other side of the bedroom. My first thought was that I had hurt her or done something very wrong. But when I looked up, she was back on the bed on her hands and knees with her beautiful, wet pussy staring me in the face.
In one smooth motion, I jumped back on the bed and inserted my glistening prick into her love-tunnel. She backed her ass all the way up until it hit my body with a slap. I started fucking her as fast and powerfully as I could. She would buck her ass up and down along with my motions. I managed to keep going for such a long time that I even impressed myself. I brought one hand up, licked a finger, and started to tickle her asshole. She loved every second of it and rode me for a good half hour more.
I did my best to control myself, but it was too much to handle. Just before I let go, I pulled my cock out of her pulsating pussy and shot a white stream of come up and down the crack of her ass. I sprayed my love juice all over her ass and then quickly shoved my prick back in her pussy.
Well, this was too much for her to deal with and her pussy clamped down on my cock and she exploded in another mind-blowing orgasm. Her body shuddered for minutes until we both collapsed, sweating and panting.
We talked for the rest of the night, lying together with my cock between us, pressed against her pussy. I told her how I had always had thoughts of having sex with her. Her only response: “I know.”
She left in the morning and I graduated from college the next day. I never saw or heard from her again. Charlene, if you’re reading this, thanks for the best night of my life.
—N.B., Detroit, Michgan
The Last Fuck
The night was warm and muggy and I was getting ready for a night out with the girls. It was getting late and the excitement that was stirring up in me was getting the best of me. I couldn’t concentrate. I was so horny, the juices inside of me were pouring out. I kept thinking about the arrogant bastard that I would be seeing. Ours was a love-hate relationship: I loved him and he hated me; and the more he hated me, the more I had to have him.
Tyler was a tall dark stud with long hair that was always neatly tied back. I found this to be absolutely irritating, for it portrayed his character more accurately than he could imagine: uptight and always in control. I, on the other hand, was carefree and crazy.
Our personalities didn’t quite suit each other but when it came to the sex, there was no mistaking the connection that kept us going back for more. Although he would deny wanting me, I knew that he—like myself—could not resist the thought of my mouth around his big hard pulsing cock, and later, my warm pussy dripping all over it as I called him to fuck me harder and faster. We would fuck to a rhythmic beat till we both reached an exhilarating climax.
I couldn’t help but think of our last encounter. I had walked into the bar and had known I would have him that evening—there was no doubt in my mind. He escorted me to my seat, for that was his occupation: professional table seater. Fortunately, I was never a materialistic woman.
I could smell his male scent lingering in the air. Before he left the table, I reached over and grabbed his manhood as a preliminary reminder of what I was expecting later that evening.
By the end of the evening, we both gave in to our heated passion. We snuck away to a coat check room momentarily not in use. He asked what I wanted and I replied, “You know.” He said, “No, blow me.” So I unzipped his pants to unleash his already semihard cock. I started sucking, slowly licking up and down the shaft, then gradually increasing speed and strength till he was totally erect and on the verge of coming.
I stopped and he looked at me with a boyish grin and said, “See, you couldn’t even make me come,” knowing very well it wasn’t true. I responded with, “You know I could. I just didn’t want you to.” I got up, pulled down my pants, and slid my already warm wet aching cunt over his cock, moaning as he gripped my tits.
The excitement of knowing we could be discovered at any time by an unsuspecting passerby and the heat between us were intense. He was moving in and out of me. I could feel his heavy breathing along the side of my neck while I asked him for more. We fucked like that till we could no longer control our emotions and the heat brought us to a mind-blowing orgasm.
Well, that was the past. Today would be different: It was my birthday and I intended on having him one last time.
I was almost ready to go, looking quite sexy, if I had to say so myself. The skintight minidress I was wearing showed off my long slender legs, which I find to be one of my better features. I wore heels that were high enough to enhance my calf muscles without making me look too trashy. I wore my hair down, letting the long curls hang loose the way I knew he always liked it.
I decided I would get a hotel room for later that evening. It was not quite the Marriott—hey, who am I fooling? It was a hole—but it provided the privacy and setting I would need to make our last encounter a memorable one. It was a place where I could have my way with him and we would be free to experiment.
I met the girls at the bar. I did not ask for a seat this time—I knew I wouldn’t need it. I saw him standing across the room. I smiled. My stomach was quivering with excitement. If only he knew what I had in store.
I knew I had to lure him into the room: I would tell him I had to show him something—the something being this story I’m writing—and that it would be totally platonic. See, there’s one thing I failed to mention: he has a girlfriend, Liza. (She’s not quite in the same league as myself but I would never tell him that.) He seemed to feel obligated to her in spite of the fact that one time more or less with me would not make a difference to her, or anyone else for that matter.
He walked by me and wished me a happy birthday. I thanked him politely and bought him a drink. I told him that I had to show him something important and he fell for it.
He met me in the room. I showed him the story and he started reading it. As he read, I slowly undressed in front of him, leaving only my heels on. My nipples were erect but I was not quite sure if it was from the excitement or the cold. The story was not quite finished at the time and when he finished reading, he looked up at me blankly.
“I need an ending for my story and was hoping you would help me out,” I told him. All he could say was that I was crazy. I slowly started to undo his shirt, pushing him down against the bed, sucking and licking his nipples. He hesitated at first but I knew he was just as anxious to put an ending to this story as I was.
Slowly, I unzipped his pants to reveal his manhood. I teased him by licking all around his dick but avoided any direct contact. I started fondling myself in front of him, fingering myself and letting my juices flow over my fingers, then slowly rubbing them on his lips.
He resisted, but one taste of my juices and I knew he would stay for more. I positioned myself for a 69. I could feel his tongue darting around inside me, licking up every last drop of come I had left to offer, and his teeth nib
bling my pussy lips and driving me wild.
I grabbed my glass of sambuca and slowly drizzled it over his cock as I licked and sucked on it. I could tell by the look in his eye that the heat of the alcohol was driving him mad.
He was on the verge of coming, so to prolong his erection and to hold him back, I slid ice up and down his shaft. At that point, I knew that he was dying to fuck me. With one quick move, he was on top of me.
“Are you ready for my cock?” he asked.
“I always am,” I readily replied.
With one sharp plunge he drove his rock-hard cock into me, sending a shiver of excitement and relief through my entire body. With every thrust of his penis, my pussy responded with intense throbbing. Simultaneously, his tongue would swirl around my nipples and his teeth would softly tease the tips. He worked his way back and forth, giving each breast equal amounts of attention and pleasure.
I could feel his hands exploring every curve of my nakedness, finding their way to my hard buttocks and grabbing firmly, grinding deeper and deeper into my pulsating cunt, preparing me for that one last sharp plunge that would send us both moaning and groaning into erotic ecstasy.
When we had both come, I got up off the bed and dressed. I grabbed the story and told him: “Thanks for a dynamite ending.”
I still see him at the bar whenever I go out with my girlfriends. He is no longer with Liza but I’ll tell you this: We may still have a love-hate relationship, but the tables have turned.
—N.M., Palm Beach, Florida
The Art of Seduction
I stood with one leg propped on the side of the bed waiting for David to enter the room. I was dressed in a black low-cut leather corset that ties in the back, a thong, fishnet stockings, and six-inch black-leather thigh-high stiletto boots.
The room was lit with vanilla-scented candles and all my equipment was at the bedside for easy access: oils, various foods, ice, feathers, and dildos of all sizes. The wine was chilling in the decanter and I was slowly putting my pinkish-purple lips on a wine glass in anticipation.
The door slowly opened and David glanced into the room. As he strolled in, he looked around and a grin began to form on his face. I poured him a glass of wine and slinked over to him seductively. Everything was perfect. I sat at the edge of the bed with my legs apart and began stroking my pussy as he watched with desire, drinking his wine. I wanted to tease him just a little bit—I find that erotic.
He finished his drink but wanted to be filled with something other than wine. He came over to me. I began to slowly undress him, starting with his jeans and then his shirt. Slowly coming to my feet, I started to give him soft kisses all over his face and neck. As I nibbled on his ears and ran my fingers through his hair, he began to moan. I moved from side to side as I traveled down. I tasted every inch of him. I was getting wet with desire and excitement.
He put his hands in my long curly mane and guided me to where he wanted me to go, softly calling out my name over and over again. Before I got to his cock, I had him lie down on the bed. I began to lick him all the way down to his cock.
With the shaft of his cock in my hand, I moved my tongue in circular motions around the head. I then put his member in my mouth and began to suck on it, moving my head back and forth. His cock began to get rock-hard as I took him deep down my throat. He wanted desperately to come, but I would not let him.
“Are you hungry?” I asked. I put half of a banana up my vagina and left a little bit sticking out. I squatted over David’s face and he began to eat. The banana was gone in no time and David was stroking my pussy with his tongue. Oh, God, it felt so good! I rocked my hips over his face and moaned in ecstasy.
We changed positions and I bent over with my ass up in the air. David put his large, stiff cock into me doggie-style (our favorite position). He lubricated my ass with gel and slid a slender vibrating anal probe into me.
We both were moaning loudly and about to go over the edge. He removed the probe, grabbed my ass with both hands, and began to fuck me really hard. We were fucking each other like wild animals.
Then it was my turn to be in charge. I straddled him. David was lying underneath me with his cock still hard as a rock. I teased him by putting a tit in his mouth. As he circled the nipple with his tongue and suckled it, I pulled away and then lowered the other tit for him to suck.
On my knees, I began to rub my pussy with my fingers. He loved watching me touch myself. He stroked his cock while watching me. That turned me on. He couldn’t stand it any longer so he grabbed my hips and entered me with a hard thrust. He grabbed my ass and moved me back and forth, the tempo getting faster and harder.
We were both beginning to come. I quickly came and he pulled out. I sat back and he went on his knees in a flash. He stroked his cock and squirted his come into my open mouth.
After we cleaned up, I poured each of us another glass of dry white wine. We both slipped into a warm bubble bath in the Jacuzzi. To end the evening, I gave my lover a lingering slow French kiss and whispered a soft “I love you” into his ear.
—R.H., Cincinatti, Ohio
Girl-Come
I don’t know what it is, but my boyfriend does things that make me feel like I’ve never felt before.
I am a thirty-four-year-old and have had a few partners before, but there is something very different about Jim. We have been together for two years and even when we are not having sex, I can just look at him and funny things happen to me. My nipples get erect, my pussy gets wet, and I just want to drop to my knees and suck my Jim dry.
I need to tell you about this very strange and wonderful experience we had together. One day, as we were getting ready to go to my brother’s for dinner, Jim started caressing me gently with his hands. I could see his hard cock in the mirror and was so turned on. I wanted to suck him immediately, but before I could make a move, he threw me back, spread my legs, and started licking and kissing and sucking my clit.
In a short time I was overcome with pleasure and had a great orgasm. But that was just the beginning. I kept begging for his cock but he kept saying, “Not yet. You can have my cock later if you’re a good girl.”
Meanwhile, his mouth kept clamping down on my clit and I could feel his tongue darting in and out of my pussy. While he was doing that, I could feel his fingers pressed against my ass. He had my asscheeks spread wide. All of a sudden I felt him stick a finger all the way up inside of my hole.
That sensation just completely took control of my body. I felt myself beginning to shudder with pleasure. I started to come and could not stop. In a loud voice I told him, “I’ve got to come again!”
Jim kept stroking me and said, “It’s okay, baby. Just relax and come.”
I must have had three orgasms, one right after the other. I had never felt this way before. My heart was racing. I was sweating but still I had this feeling I might need to come again.
This feeling was just not going away. In a hot and bothered way, I was a little concerned because before I met Jim, it was very hard for me to even come once. Sometimes I could not come at all, no matter how hard I tried. Now with my Jim, I was coming before we even had sex!
So anyway, I started sucking my baby’s balls and his thick hard cock. Before long he was sucking and licking me again. Finally he entered my very hot, wet pussy. As he fucked me, I watched his dick slamming me hard and deep.
It felt so good that I had to throw my head back as I reeled from the pleasure. He just kept pounding me so forcefully that waves of chills came over me. He held the back of my head and sucked my neck. The sweet smell of sex and the sound of my loud moans filled the room.
Suddenly Jim gave out a loud groan, pulled out of my cunt, and sprayed his hot steamy come all over my belly. Suddenly my body tensed up and I felt my body going totally out of control. The force of these new sensations took everything out of me.
Jim put his arms around me. As my body relaxed, Jim said, “Honey, I think my girl just had an accident.”
I just
said, “Oh,” because at that moment I was too weak to say anything else.
The liquid I had just expelled from my pussy felt strange: it was very hot, thick and sticky. There was so much of it! We think because I came so hard and so many times, my body started squirting out come the same way a man does.
It felt totally different from any orgasm I had ever had in my life! The memories of that day still linger in my mind.
—G.C., New Orleans, Louisiana
Banging the Boss
Harriet is my boss at the furniture store where I work. She is forty-two, married with two kids, has a body like a centerfold, and loves to have wild fuck romps with me in the large stockroom in the back of the store.
The fact that Harriet is twelve years older than I am doesn’t make a damn bit of difference, because she is about the best lay I’ve had since I started fucking.
Here’s what happens at least twice a week. After the store closes I leave, just like everyone else. But I swing into the mall parking lot a few blocks down and wait for Harriet to give me the all-clear call on my cellphone. It’s usually dark by then, which provides excellent cover for me to sneak into the back door of the stockroom. Harriet is expecting me; she has let down her long, light brown hair. “I’ve been waiting all day,” she says to me in her sexiest voice.
My fuck-muscle starts to swell as she and I make our way to one of the many brand-new mattresses in the windowless stockroom. Harriet strips down to her baby-blue panties, which are already soaked with her juices.
For an older lady Harriet has an exquisite body, with plump, firm 36C tits. Her ass is perfectly rounded and trim. If you didn’t know her, you would think that she was ten years younger than she really is. She takes pride in maintaining that fabulous body by working out on her days off.