Letters to Penthouse XXXVI
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Aaron was very slow and gentle at first, giving both of us the opportunity to savor the sensations we were feeling and the pleasure of what we were doing, his movements gradually building in speed and power. When he pulled my legs up over his shoulders it was like letting the horse out of the gate. I began thrusting my hips back at him so I could feel that cock moving deeper inside my wet, hot, juicy pussy. Every nerve in my body seemed to be connected to my vagina, which began to pulse around his cock, tightening on it and releasing it at such a fast pace that the friction seemed to make my pussy lips hotter and hotter. My body tensed one last time as I screamed out his name and grabbed his hips, pulling him as close to me—and as deep inside me—as possible.
Aaron’s body became rigid. The veins in his neck pulsed and the sweat was pouring off his gorgeous body, falling onto my stomach and forming a pool in my belly button. Then, with a throaty growl, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of me, then slammed it back into my pussy with such force that when he shot his hot load deep into my cunt I came again.
For a long time we lay there on the sand, saying nothing, just holding each other. But we knew it couldn’t last. Slowly and regretfully we allowed our bodies to part, and lay side by side watching the sun set in the water. I didn’t know if this would ever happen again, but even if it didn’t, I knew I would carry it with me for the rest of my life.
—T.O., Santa Barbara, California
Hard Lesson
For years my husband and I have toyed with the idea of having an open marriage. Though we are both very good in bed, and often had the urge to show off our skills to others, we never indulged our fantasy, because we thought we’d never find partners as good as we were. At least that’s what I told Ralph, my husband. But my real reason was that I just hadn’t found anyone else who could really whet my sexual appetite.
However, on a recent business trip to San Francisco I ran into an incredibly gorgeous younger man. I was attending a security conference, and although I had no objection to the idea of finding a cute guy to keep me company, most of the people there were either women or older men, and I wasn’t interested in either. But when I spotted this guy I knew immediately that if there was ever anybody I wanted to cheat on my husband with, this was the one. He was about twenty-five, tall and slender, yet muscular, and he had a beard, a feature I always find attractive.
However, since I’m usually somewhat shy around good-looking men, I wasn’t sure how to approach him. But that night, after the conference, I went down to the hotel lounge for a happy-hour drink, and there, sitting at a table with two other men, was the hunk. After fortifying myself with a quick martini, I approached the table and asked if I could join them. They all assented eagerly. I assumed that was because I was looking good, with my sheer black blouse clinging softly to my sizable breasts.
We all introduced ourselves. The fellow I liked was named Steve, and the more I stared at him the sexier he looked. We drank and talked for a while, and then Steve asked us all if we wanted to go someplace to dance. Everyone declined but me. My panties were already wet, and I couldn’t wait to be alone with him.
We went to a local club, and found that we both loved to dance. We boogied ourselves into near exhaustion, and I felt that he was almost as attracted to me as I was to him.
Then, in the middle of a slow number, our eyes locked. He grabbed my arm firmly and led me off the floor. When we got to our table he kissed me hungrily. He started talking about how beautiful I was and how incredible my eyes were, but I barely heard what he was saying. All I could think of was getting him into bed.
We left the club immediately. When we got to the car, he pressed me against it and started kissing my neck and breasts passionately. I thought he was going to fuck me in the middle of the parking lot! But I managed to get him into the car and back to his dark hotel room, where the real fun and games began.
We were stripping before we even got the door to his room closed. And before I knew it we were on the bed, my legs straddling his strong neck as he stroked his tongue in, out of, and around my vagina like there was no tomorrow. From the look in his blue eyes I could tell that he enjoyed what he was doing, and boy, was he good at it! When he finally finished, he looked like Santa Claus, his beard covered with my juices.
Then he whipped out his fat cock and fucked me with it long and hard. I thought I was going to die of exhilaration, because I had never been fucked so hard for so long. His endurance was amazing, and when he did finally come, I exploded with him in ecstasy. But he needed more, and within seconds he had turned me over and was banging my tight ass. My husband always says I have the type of sweet, round ass that all men crave. Steve certainly seemed to enjoy it, and so did I. He brought me to orgasm twice more before he came in my behind, and then he ate me again. This man really did love to eat pussy.
Afterward we both fell asleep. I was exhausted. I had come more in that one night than I did on my entire honeymoon!
After that we got together a few more times, and the sex was always great. But it made me realize that I didn’t really want to have an open marriage. I need love and sex together. My husband is the best lover I’ve ever had, and while that night with Steve was the most ravenously passionate ever, I seriously doubt that I’ll ever find anyone better, so I probably won’t even try.
On the other hand, I do have another conference next weekend…
—Name and address withheld
Honey-Soaked Dreams
It was only my third date with Bill. We were sitting on the couch in his apartment, watching television, when we started kissing—first casually, then more passionately. Our hands wandered all over each other’s body, and Bill’s probing tongue in my mouth had my pussy puckering. I was hotter and wetter than I had been in a long time. If anyone had told me before that evening that a kiss could make me so horny, I would never have believed them.
After a while Bill stood up, took me by the hand, and led me into his bedroom. The place looked like something out of a movie. His mattress was on the floor, with his headboard propped up against the wall. There was a dim “Bud Light” sign hanging at the foot of the bed.
Slowly but confidently, Bill began to undress me. If I live to be a hundred I will never forget the feeling of passion that rushed through my body. He took off my blouse and bra, then bent down to flick his tongue across my erect nipples. I figured I might as well do for him what he was doing for me, so I began to unbutton his shirt. We went on undressing each other, stopping frequently for passionate kisses and caresses. I trembled as he pulled my panties down, and as I stepped out of them his fingers stroked across my wet pussy, making me moan.
When his pants and shorts were off, I noted with excitement that his erect dick was perfectly shaped and hard as steel. I couldn’t wait to get my lips around it and feed on his oozing and tasty meat.
I sank to my knees on the floor, gazing at that lovely staff that was beckoning to me. I took it into my mouth, licking and sucking as I twirled my tongue around that truly delectable dick. I could hear his moans of approval. Knowing I was pleasing him made my pussy wetter than ever. Bill’s hips were moving, thrusting his meat deeper into my throat. I sucked harder as I heard him pant and moan, and then I felt his hands on my head as he spurted uncontrollably, filling my mouth with his hot thick come. My cunt quivered with excitement and my whole body pulsated. I ached to come!
Bill helped me to my feet and led me over to the floor mattress. I lay down on my back, my breasts heaving with my heavy breathing. Bill joined me on the mattress. He kissed my panting mouth, then my neck. His head moved down, his tongue traveling over my entire body. He sucked me from my erect nipples down to my toes. Just as I was about to explode, he spread my legs and rammed his hot cock deep into my moist hole.
Within seconds my whole body became tense, while come poured like warm honey from my pussy onto the sweat-soaked sheets. I could not hold back my screams of pleasure. They drowned out Bill’s moans as he shot his load up in
side me.
My legs were still shaking when I became aware of Bill running his hands lovingly over my body and murmuring in my ear how much he loved watching me have an orgasm. His gentle caresses lulled me into an exhausted sleep. My last conscious thought was how wonderful and thrilling this experience had been.
I was awakened by a strange voice saying, “Holy shit!”
Startled, I opened my eyes to see a man I didn’t recognize standing in the bedroom doorway. Then I became conscious of the fact that the bedsheet was barely covering my nipples, and that my bare legs were exposed entirely.
“Who are you?” I said. “Where’s Bill?”
“I think he’s in the shower,” the guy said. “I just got here. I’m Bill’s roommate, Frank. More important, who are you?”
“I’m Sally,” I said. “I was—Bill and I were—”
“Yeah, I guess I can figure out what you were doing,” Frank said. “Lucky guy, our Bill. Any chance of me getting in on the action?”
I stared at him in astonishment. I couldn’t believe he was serious. And as I looked at him I realized that he was a pretty attractive guy. Just as attractive as Bill, in a different way. Blond, blue-eyed, and solidly built, whereas Bill was dark and slender. My body was still humming with the sexual thrills I had experienced before going to sleep, and my dreams had been hot and steamy. I can’t deny that the idea of doing it with Frank appealed to me on some primitive level. But of course I couldn’t act on that appeal. Could I?
“I don’t think Bill would appreciate that,” I said, smiling at Frank.
“Hey, he wouldn’t mind,” Frank said. “We’re roomies, we share everything, you know?”
“Really? Does he share your girlfriends, too?”
“Sure,” Frank said. “Just the other day I had a date with this girl, a real pretty little blonde. I took her to this movie, and who should we run into in the lobby but Bill. So we decided we would all sit together. Of course, Suzie, that was the blonde, she sat between Bill and me. Once the lights went down, I naturally started fooling around, you know? Suzie’s a pretty hot little number, so I didn’t waste any time. I had my hand on her leg and up under her skirt in no time. When I got to her crotch, what do you think I felt? Another hand! It was Bill. We were both working on her, and she was loving it! She unzipped my fly and got her hand in there and started stroking my cock, and then I realized she was doing the same thing to Bill with her other hand. Well, I never did get to see much of that movie, because we all decided to get the hell out of there and come back to our place. We spent the night here with Suzie taking turns fucking one of us while sucking the other. That was just one time. Another time—”
“Okay, okay,” I said. I was really getting hot listening to this. I wanted him now. “If Bill says it’s all right with him…”
“He will, don’t worry,” Frank said, and started stripping out of his clothes. When I saw his hard cock I melted. I tossed the sheet off, letting him look at my naked body. I could see that he liked it. I got off the mattress and crawled over to where he was standing, keeping my eyes on that straining dick. As soon as I was within reach I opened my mouth and devoured it. I licked the underside of that pole with my tongue, swiping it back and forth across the sensitive flesh as I began to suck him strongly. I felt the juices dripping from my pussy as I heard the moans that came from his mouth.
He pulled away before he came. “I want to fuck your ass, baby,” he husked. Next thing I knew I was on all fours and he was behind me, with his strong stiff prick buried in my rear passage. I was groaning with delight, squirming and writhing and pushing back at him, and then I was coming, over and over, and he was spurting into me and I was coming again…
“Sally? Sally! Wake up!”
I opened my eyes to see Bill’s face hovering over me. My hand was between my legs, soaked with my flowing juices.
“You were moaning so loud,” Bill said. “I got worried.”
“What—who—” I said dazedly. “Where’s Frank?”
“Frank? Who’s Frank?”
“Frank! Your roommate. He was—I was just—”
“What are you talking about?” Bill said. “I don’t know any Frank. And I don’t have a roommate. What’s wrong with you?”
“Oh, my God!” I gasped. It had been a dream. I had dreamed it all up. Or had I?
“I don’t understand,” Bill said. “Are you okay, Sally?”
“I think so,” I said. “Anyway, I will be, as soon as you fuck me in the ass. How about it?”
And Bill was happy to comply.
—S.O., Richmond, Virginia
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