Letters to Penthouse XXXVI

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

  Looking at her, I strip naked, my cock as hard as steel. I kneel and softly kiss her midriff, at the same time gently massaging her aching pussy through the thin material of her drenched panties. “Mmm. Oh, yeah. Yes!” Harriet sighs softly. Kissing my way around her inner thigh, I catch the faint, musky scent of her delicious pussy, and my prick grows even more.

  “Now it’s time for you to suck my titties,” Harriet playfully commands. After all, she is the boss, right? I greedily lick and suck her left melon and massage her right one. “Oh, yes. Mmm!” Harriet coos, enjoying the attention her wonderful breasts are receiving. She sighs with pleasure.

  We don’t have a lot of time, since we both have families to get home to, so I decide to speed things up by pulling Harriet’s juice-soaked panties off her great ass and down her very tanned and well-toned legs, letting them fall to the stockroom floor. Her trim brown pubic muff is glistening with the moisture from her honey-pot.

  Harriet loves to have me suck and lick her clit while I bang her fuck-hole with my finger. I know the procedure well. “Oh, my. Ohh, yes!” she exclaims with pleasure as I lap at her clit and finger my way around her pussy hole, just the way she likes it. She is writhing now, and breathing harder. This is how I know she is preparing to come.

  After about three more minutes, Harriet can’t contain herself any longer. She trembles and bucks violently, moaning loudly in the throes of climax. “Oh, my God! Ahhh! Don’t stop!” my boss begs. And I don’t stop until she finally settles down, because I love to taste her sweet nectar.

  After she gets off she likes to suck my shaft. But she doesn’t suck me all the way off, because she also likes me to be able to fill her pussy with my hot man seed. When she realizes that she is driving me nuts with her mouth, she will get in the doggie-style position and plead with me to fuck her.

  I have to satisfy Harriet, so I eagerly put the head of my tool at the opening of her love-hole. Waves of sheer pleasure surge throughout my body as I easily glide seven inches of hot, hard cock up into my boss’s sopping wet cunt.

  “Oh, yesss! Oh, my God!” Harriet groans again as my balls make contact with her sweet round ass. I caress her buttocks and then slide a finger between them, massaging the puckered rosebud of her asshole. She doesn’t like her buns to be penetrated, but it drives her crazy when I massage the entrance with my finger. This works her up for another orgasm.

  “Yes, oh, shit. Ahh! Oh, God!!” she babbles wildly as she explodes into a second and more powerful climax. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her fabulous body, and she shrieks loudly. Seeing and hearing Harriet get off is enough to send me over the edge, and I feel my nuts tense up as an incredible feeling overwhelms me. I hump my boss with more intensity, groaning with excitement and feeling as though I might faint.

  My cock erupts like a volcano, and I spurt what seems to be a gallon of spunk up into Harriet’s waiting vagina. She moans a little when she feels the flood. But she giggles when I remove my exhausted pecker and the come runs out of her cunt onto the brand-new mattress. Luckily it is covered with plastic.

  Harriet and I both collapse on the mattress and lie there for a moment or two, trying to regain our senses. Her perfectly nude body is covered with sweat, and I lie there admiring it. Then we get up and dress. We change the plastic on the mattress so that there is no evidence of our fuck romp. Then we say good night.

  Harriet tells me that she has a shitty home life, and that our meetings help to reduce the stress in her life. We meet in the stockroom several times a week, and you can bet your sweet ass that I will not be looking for another job any time soon.

  —R.W., Los Angeles, California

  Raunchy Reunion

  My husband and I have recently become Forum subscribers. Since we both enjoy reading other people’s stories so much, I thought I would write about an interesting experience we had before we got married.

  We met during our last year at a midwestern university, and it wasn’t long before we were living together (much to the distress of my parents) and enjoying a very exciting sex life. At the end of the term Phil had to go home to work on his parents’ farm. We were both very upset, and neither of us was sure we would ever see each other again. But leave he did, and I have never felt so miserable and alone in all my life. E-mail and phone calls became the focus of my life, and some of these were pretty hot and raunchy. However, a virtual boyfriend wasn’t going to cut it. I needed to feel his warmth and to feel him fuck me as only he could.

  In the end neither of us could stand it any longer, and finally he booked himself on a flight back to where I was. I was really excited and wanted to show him how enthusiastic I was about having him back. I borrowed a big overcoat from one of my friends, and did a bit of shopping for some special items. I painted my fingernails his favorite color, and carefully shaved my pussy, leaving just a little patch of hair above my clit. I love to have a shaved pussy, since it looks so much sexier, and gives us both a better view of the action!

  So there I was, waiting for him at the airport looking like a hooker, all done up and wearing high heels, fishnet stockings, and an overcoat. That’s all I had on, unless you count the tiny little G-string and skimpy bikini top—neither of which left much to the imagination. I felt really sexy, and my whole body cried out for his attention. I nearly died when he came out into the arrivals lounge. He was the best-looking man on the plane, and I was the one he was returning for! It felt so good when we hugged and kissed, and I could tell he was turned on by the way I looked. His cock was bulging in his pants and he was rubbing it against my body. I thought I would help him along a bit more by giving him a quick flash of what I had on under the coat. His expression was priceless, and I could tell he wanted me there and then.

  I had booked a hotel room near the airport, not wanting to wait out the long drive to our place, and going there in the shuttle bus we could hardly keep our hands off each other. No sooner had we gotten into the room than we dropped everything and started kissing and rubbing each other. I started undoing his shirt and tie while he took off my overcoat. I was very wet, and having me undress him wearing only a G-string and heels almost had him coming before we even started.

  We had been away from each other too long to waste time with foreplay. I just wanted to have that cock sliding in and out of my pussy, and to feel it buck and throb as it does when he comes. I didn’t have to wait long. He said he had been saving it up since he left a month ago, so when he exploded I was rewarded with the biggest load of come he had ever given me. He filled my pussy with his warm, wet jism, so much of it that it was dripping out of me even while he was still inside. He kept grinding against me until his cock got hard all over again, and a few minutes later he was fucking me harder than before, and I was just loving it. I don’t know whether anything would have made up for being separated from him, but this was certainly the best compensation I could think of. “Come on, baby, give it to me,” I panted. “Give me every drop of your come.” It wasn’t long before he let me have it, and my pussy again flowed over, drenching the hotel sheets with our cream.

  Though neither of us had really had enough, we wanted to get home before dark, so we showered and dressed and hurriedly left the room, leaving room service to take care of the mess.

  We were still horny on the drive home, so we took turns driving and playing with each other. He would stroke the smooth skin of my breasts or play with my clit with his fingers. I still hadn’t had the pleasure of having his beautiful cock in my mouth, so when he took over the driving I soon had him unzipped and out in the open. His erect cock stood there throbbing expectantly, its swollen head beckoning to me. It looked wonderful, but I knew it would taste and feel even better. I bent down to take it in my mouth, and I licked and sucked on it as though I was reunited with a long-lost friend. He was so hard in my mouth, and I was so wet, that we couldn’t wait anymore. Phil pulled over at the next rest area, and we headed for the women’s toilet, where we closed ourselves in a cubicle and fucke
d each other to a standstill.

  I guess I don’t need to tell you what happened when we finally arrived home. Let’s just say that whatever he had stored up over those long four weeks, I had taken away from him by the next morning. It was quite a feat, but I enjoyed every minute—or I should say every drop.

  —K.D., Terre Haute, Indiana

  That Old Gal of Mine

  I recently had an experience that I can’t stop thinking about. A couple of weeks ago I went back to my hometown for a weekend visit, and I happened to run into an old girlfriend of mine named Jeannie. We talked a bit, and I invited her to come back to my hotel room for a drink.

  Jeannie and I sat on the bed, sipping our drinks and talking about the old days. She looked even better than she had when we were going together. She’s about five-seven, blonde and green-eyed, with a slender body, good legs, and fabulous tits. After a couple of drinks I started to get aroused, and I felt that she was also. Finally I told her she was looking really good, and then I boldly asked her if she would show me her tits, for old times’ sake.

  I could see that the idea turned her on, but she didn’t agree right away. She started telling me about her current boyfriend, Peter, and how they were really serious and all. I told her I just wanted to look at them, to see if they were still as gorgeous as I remembered. Finally she said okay. She lifted up her shirt and took off her bra, revealing her awesome mounds, with their ruby-red nipples. She then put her shirt down again, but slowly. Then I asked her if I could touch one, just for a minute. She didn’t even pretend to object this time. She took off her shirt and I cupped one of her breasts, then lowered my mouth and began sucking it. I flicked my tongue around the nipple and nibbled at it gently. When I stopped she was breathing heavily.

  Jeannie then got up off the bed and asked if she could see my dick. She said it was only fair. I slowly opened up my pants and pulled out my semihard member. She eyed it for a few seconds, then came over and dropped to her knees for a closer look. Then she took hold of it and lowered her head to it. I felt her silky lips kiss the head of my cock, and her tongue flick around it as she removed my pants. She then engulfed my penis and began to suck it. It was not long before I blew an intense stream of come into her mouth. She swallowed it down.

  Jeannie then removed her pants and lay down on the other bed, saying that it was my turn. I lowered my head to her mound, breathing in the sweet odor of her pussy. I pulled the wet lips of her vagina open and began to eat her out. My tongue soon found her most sensitive spots, and I drove her to a wild orgasm.

  All that excitement got my penis hard again. Jeannie asked me if I had a condom. Luckily I did, and I quickly got it and handed it to her. She then pushed me back onto the bed, placed the little foil package between her teeth, and tore it open. Then she lowered her head and sucked my dick for a few seconds to bring me to full erection. After I was fully hard she slid the condom carefully over my dick. Once it was secured she knelt above me with a leg on either side of my body and slowly inserted my penis inside her. As my dick slid up into her wet, slippery hole she bounced up and down on it, taking more of it in each time. When she started to climax, I rolled her over and penetrated her completely, fucking her squirming pussy as her orgasm intensified. She was still gasping when I felt my dick pump out my joy-sauce.

  After we cleaned up we relaxed and talked for a while. Jeannie told me that though she loved Peter, she had never had as good sex with him as she’d had with me. I had the sense that she wanted to explore our relationship further, but I didn’t know if I was ready for that. We finally said good-bye, but ever since then I keep thinking about Jeannie, and wondering. Maybe I’ll call her one of these days. Or maybe not.

  —L.E., Lubbock, Texas

  On the Beach

  Aaron and I had been avoiding the passion we felt for each other ever since we had first met five years ago. When we saw each other in public we avoided even making eye contact, acting as if we didn’t even know each other. It was the safest way. We both had too many other commitments to get involved in an illicit affair.

  Our meeting last week came as a complete surprise to both of us. I was walking out the door of a summer home I was helping to sell for a family member. I had been scheduled to show it to a prospective buyer, but he had never arrived. Until now.

  He walked up onto the porch, looking the place over, and he didn’t see me coming out until we almost collided in the doorway. When I realized it was him, I went rigid with shock. It was as though time stood still as we stared into each other’s eyes. Both of us were struggling with our feelings, trying to get a handle on the moment and decide what to do. There were no neighbors for miles around, no one to see the passion and emotion running between us, but still we lingered only a moment in the entranceway before moving inside, letting the screen door close behind us. The room seemed too hot; it was difficult to take a breath. Aaron seemed to recover his equanimity first. He asked if I wanted to take a walk on the beach.

  Of course I said yes. Just looking into his eyes made me think about kissing him, made me think about the fantasies I had played in my mind a thousand times. I thought the tension between us would ease when we were on the beach, but even there all I could think of was lying naked with him on the dunes, and I was pretty sure that his thoughts were the same as mine. There had been no opportunity to prepare for this little outing, and now there was no time to worry about what the outcome would be.

  The sky was blue and the air warm, the perfect lovers’ afternoon. Trying to act natural with each other, we began a playful game of tag; but almost immediately it seemed to turn into a hot, sensuous session of foreplay. Finally I couldn’t go on, and I dropped to my knees on the shoreline, letting the water wash up over my body, soaking my bright yellow T-shirt and white shorts. Too late I realized how I must look, soaking wet, my clothes plastered to me, my nipples poking boldly through the thin, drenched shirt. Or had I unconsciously planned it that way?

  Slowly I got to my feet as he moved closer to me. I could feel the pounding of my heart. Looking at him now, at the set of his jaw, at the expression in those captivating blue eyes, I knew that this was the moment I had dreamed about during so many restless nights. Nothing could stop it now, and there was no use in resisting any more.

  Without another word from either of us, I slowly and hesitantly pulled Aaron’s pants down to his knees. I was shocked at the size of his rock-hard cock. Not wanting to let this surprise show in my face, I did what I had been longing to do from the first time I had met him years ago, and so often since. I sank down to my knees again and ran my tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock, which felt hot and pulsing against my lips. I slid him gently into my mouth, taking every inch of him, licking and sucking until I could feel his cock beginning to tickle the back of my throat. Releasing him then, I sucked his balls, licked his staff, licked and sucked the head of his cock, until his knees got weak and he dropped beside me on the sand.

  Now we scrabbled to undress each other, tossing our clothes carelessly to either side. As if with one accord we swiftly moved into a 69 position, and now there was no stopping us. Again I had his cock and balls in my mouth, and hearing him voice the pleasure I was giving him fired my desire a hundredfold.

  I moaned around his cock when I felt him touch my pussy. Slowly, teasingly, he rubbed his fingertip just inside my silky cunt lips. I knew he could see and feel my pussy become wetter with every movement of his finger. He slid his index finger slowly, deeply inside me while he gently rubbed my clit with his thumb. I responded by bucking my hips, feeling the passion build up. But just as I was on the edge, he slowed and stopped.

  Deciding to do a little teasing of my own, I took just the head of his cock in my mouth again, rolling my tongue around it and sucking slowly, then faster and faster. I could feel his body start to tense, and when his balls looked like they were ready to explode, I stopped. I teased him further by running my fingers lightly around his shaft while letting my open mouth hover j
ust over the tip, caressing it with my warm breath.

  Aaron now began to slide his tongue up and down my hot and very wet pussy lips, lapping them faster and faster. Then he stuck that tongue deep into my hole, licking up my juices and sucking them in as though he was trying to drain me dry. If this was a contest, I felt I could hold out longer than he could, but I didn’t want to have to prove it right now. I just wanted that throbbing cock. With a moan I slid it so deep into my mouth that I swallowed the head. Then I began sucking him so hard my jaws ached. I heard low guttural sounds coming from his throat, and I knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.

  But Aaron had other plans. He pulled his cock from my mouth and turned around, crouching over me as I lay on my back. He covered my right breast with his hot mouth, sucking at the nipple and nibbling it playfully, with just enough gentle pressure to start my cunt throbbing in anticipation of what was to come. He licked and sucked on both my breasts until my nipples felt hard as iron, and yet fragile enough to shatter. Then he moved down over my stomach, his wet tongue making little circles on my belly. I squirmed under his lips. My pussy was crying for his renewed touch, but his downward progress was so teasingly slow that I felt I would lose my sanity. When I felt his breath on my cunt lips my whole body went rigid. Without touching me with anything but the tip of his tongue, he very lightly licked at my clit. I cried out and arched my body, trying to jam myself against his mouth. I moaned again with disappointment when he took it away.

  But now Aaron lowered his body over mine, and I caught my breath in the intensity of my excitement as he parted my pussy lips with his hot cock. I couldn’t believe this was finally happening, that the aching dreams of all those years were really coming true. As his wonderful cock sank deeper and deeper, filling me up like nothing had ever done before, I thanked heaven for this blessing, however temporary it may have been.