Letters to Penthouse XIX

by Penthouse International

  Afterward, we fell back to sleep but when we awoke, it was my turn. Opening my suitcase, I pulled out a surprise: a butt-plug, which I Iubed and inserted it into her asshole before I licked her lovely, trimmed pussy for all I was worth. Up and down, side to side, softly loving her clit until she had come twice. Then I bent her over at the edge of the bed, the butt plug still inside her, and entered her from behind. “Oh baby,” she screamed. Standing there, I responded by pounding her hard, holding onto her ass and hips for better leverage. Finally, I pulled out and she turned around just in time to catch the last bit of come I had left on her tits. She rubbed it in, looking at me with appreciation.

  That’s how my visit went for the whole next four days. We must have had sex at least twenty times, in every room of the house and in every possible position. Sometimes it was hard, fast and raw, and other times it was slow and passionate. But it always felt like we were meant to be lovers from the start and it just took us a long time to find that what we needed most of all was each other. Needless to say, we were very sad to part. But she’s coming to visit me in six weeks. I already have some new tapes and toys. I’m so thrilled with this turn of events. Old friends are the best friends!—G.T., Sandusky, Ohio

  THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY LED TO SOME SUPER SEX FOR THIS COUPLE

  I’d never really been into adult magazines until I got to know Gene. We met over the Internet; he lives in California and I live in the Midwest. Since we’ve met, my love life has gone from one extreme to the next. I felt like I’d known him forever. We chatted online for hours—mostly about sex—before we started talking on the phone. Our conversations were normal at first, then things really heated up. I had been a little shy talking about sex over the phone, especially with someone I’d never met, but Gene made me feel comfortable.

  We talked about what made us hot and turned us on. I like my clit played with lightly and he likes his balls sucked lightly. Eventually we began to have crazy phone sex. He would tell me what he wanted to do to me, like suck my pussy until I came on his face; kiss my inner thighs and tease my clit; stick his tongue inside me; stick his dick inside me. He said that he wanted me to touch myself for him, he wanted me to rub my clit and stick my fingers inside me to feel my wetness.

  I did the same to him. I told him I wanted to suck his dick, I wanted to taste him. I wanted to lightly suck the tip of his cock and make him grow harder. I wanted to put all of him in my mouth and playfully move my tongue around. I wanted to suck his balls then ride him until we both exploded. I have never been so wet or came so hard just by the sound of a guy’s voice and hearing him moan. He has a beautiful, sexy voice that makes me melt.

  This went on for a few months, the sexual fantasies, reading each other our favorite stories out of Penthouse Letters, being sexually aroused and constantly wondering what the other would be like in bed. Just thinking about him now is making me wet myself.

  I ended up finally seeing Gene when I visited a friend in California. The whole flight there, I kept on thinking of the great sexual adventures we could have. As the plane landed, I started shaking. I walked out of the terminal to the parking lot, and there he was. I knew it was him from the moment I saw him. All of my senses were at their peak. Just one touch from him and I knew I would have a great time. We spent that whole day together before we dropped my bags at my friend’s apartment. Every moment with him, I wanted to kiss him. But I kept my cool. At night he took me to this hill that overlooks Los Angeles and we sat gazing at the skyline.

  The first kiss came, and so did I. The kiss was so powerful, so amazing, it took my breath away. I could feel my clit swell. We then went into the car and talked. I asked him what he was thinking. He replied, “I’m thinking of how I’m gonna get into your panties.” Then he added, “I want to see how you taste.” Right then and there I wanted to feel every part of him. He took me and kissed me passionately. I could hardly control myself when his hands reached my pussy. His fingers wandered around my clit just the way I like it, moving in and out between my lips. Every inch he invaded me, my heart skipped a beat. I slid my hands down his pants to find the cock I wanted more than anything else. I took hold of his joint so I get could used to the feel of it. He was so hard and thick I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

  Our first night of sex was amazing. We arrived at a hotel room—which was my idea!—got in bed and he leaned over and kissed me with a tongue that was soft and firm all at once. His kiss was so wild and passionate that it took my breath away. I gasped for air, but could only smell him. That kiss made me so wet and hot I could feel my pussy start to throb. We tore off our clothes and his fingers quickly found my little jewel. He circled my swollen clit and moved his fingers all over. I could feel the lubrication trickling out of me.

  When I grabbed his cock and started stroking it, he let out a faint moan. I took his balls in my hand and fondled them, easing my hands back to his dick and then to the tip. It was wet with his pre-come. It felt so good to have his dick pulsing in my hands. Being able to pleasure Gene made me so horny. Again his fingers went in and out of my juice-soaked pussy as I took his cock and moved it around me, teasing him. He then slid himself inside me. We both let out a moan. He moved in and out of me, slowly and deeply, while I moved my hips to his rhythm. I wrapped my arms around him and held his tight ass cheeks in one hand and ran my fingers along his back with the other.

  Our kissing became more intense. Our tongues danced around in each other’s mouth. He felt so good inside me. Every sense of my body then went crazy. I wanted him to stick his cock in me harder and faster. I looked into his eyes and began to shudder. I let out a cry of excitement as I had just experienced the best orgasm ever. A few moments later, I felt him explode inside me. My pussy was throbbing from the release and I could still feel Gene throbbing in me too, our juices mixing together. He sent me into a complete state of ecstasy. The next morning, we had a great quickie before we left the hotel. Having his cock inside me was a great way to start the day.

  A few days went by and all I could think about was how beautiful his juicy cock was. I wanted him in my mouth so badly. The weekend approached and he and I made plans to go to a local bar. When he walked in the door of my friend’s apartment, he looked so good I wanted to grab his dick right there and feel it grow hard in my hands. The sight of him and the thought of what we could do made me so horny. We got back from the bar and we stayed at my friend’s. I leaned over him and I could feel his fingers slip into my wet pussy. Our friends were standing right there, not noticing a thing. Gene and I slept in the living room. We got naked as soon as we had the chance.

  Even though we were in my friend’s apartment, I was like a lovestruck college girl. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I started off by moving my tongue on the tip of his soon-to-be juicy cock. He enjoyed it so much. My tongue slid down his shaft making sure I hit every angle. Then I lightly sucked his balls. They were so smooth. I put all of him inside my mouth, with my tongue still swarming around it. I brought him in and out of my mouth with my hands massaging his balls and stroking his cock at the same time. He then put his dick inside me, going in and out so fast and hard. We didn’t care who saw us. We were lost in our own horniness.

  That weekend we got a hotel room together. We had wild sex all weekend, day and night, teasing each other constantly. Our last night together was even more rewarding. I started off by giving him a very sensual back massage. I took his pants off and kissed his sweet lips and then kissed his chest. I sucked each nipple while stroking his cock in the valley between my breasts. I slowly kissed downward towards his stomach. The only thing I wanted him to do was just lay there and enjoy. I softly kissed his stomach, rubbing my hands all over his chest. I licked down the rest of the way to his hard dick. I took it in ever so gently at first, licking it and rubbing it on my lips. Then I flicked my tongue all around the head of his cock, focusing on the tip. He squirmed under my touch. I then took him all in my mouth just once.

  My tongue slid
down to the balls and then to his ass. This was his weak spot. He groaned and smiled as I licked around his ass then back up. My fingers stayed and I kept rubbing his asshole as I sucked his cock like a juicy Popsicle. It was so exciting taking every inch of his dick into my starving mouth. He finally reached orgasm and as he did, I licked the come away from the edges of his dick. His whole body was melting in my hands. We started back up a while later with him sucking me like a ripe strawberry. His fingers went into my pussy and my asshole. I never felt that before, but oh God! Having my ass, my pussy and my clit getting sucked and fingered at the same time was the greatest feeling. I didn’t want him to stop. The sex was absolutely crazy! It seemed like it lasted forever. It was so fast and hard that I was constantly creaming myself. I had two more incredible orgasms.

  Gene and I still talk a lot about the amazing things we did for each other on our first weekend together. We masturbate while we tell each other what we intend to do to each other when I move out to California in the fall. We’re so sexually in tune that we can time our orgasms perfectly and come together. My life has never been so good!

  The time I spent with Gene was the best time I have ever had. The thought of his naked body against mine makes me so wet and horny. Sucking him and pleasing him turned me on so much. Feeling his cock buried deep inside me was unbelievable. He gave me the best orgasms I’ve ever had. Now I can’t help but daydream about all the sexual adventures we have ahead of us. I cannot wait until I have the opportunity to taste him again!—Name and address withheld

  GYM HEAT, PART I: A SHE-THOUGHT, HE-THOUGHT TALE OF LUST AT CENTER COURT

  She had been going to all the games ever since he took over as coach. She loved to watch him pace up and down the court, barking orders and making sure his girls were on top of their game. He was a perfectionist, and the concentration she saw on his face had an electrical effect on her.

  She had been going to the games for almost two months now, and he hadn’t noticed her. She made it a point to sit off to the side so she could watch his every move. She would have given anything to be that mint he always kept in his mouth. What would it feel like, having his tongue roll over and over her? The thought made her thighs burn with desire.

  She mustn’t think about it! It would never happen. Why, this could be their last game of the season, if they failed to advance to the playoff—the last time she was guaranteed a legitimate reason to be around him. So she had to make an impression tonight. At halftime she got out of her seat and walked past the bench. But he was too busy with his girls. He didn’t notice her tight-fitting jeans, or the braless white T-shirt through which, in her nervousness, her nipples were poking so plainly.

  Everyone except him seemed to notice. At the concession stand she had to turn away all those guys hitting on her.

  On the way back to her seat she was determined to get his attention. She waited by the bleachers until she knew he was looking, then put the red Popsicle she’d just bought on the edge of her lips and started to suck. She rolled her tongue around it, never once looking away from him. He finally looked up, and you could see his breath catch.

  The coach watched her walk by slowly, licking the Popsicle. Did he have any idea she was dreaming that the red Popsicle was his cock? The buzzer reclaimed his attention. He turned back toward the court for the start of the second half. But as she proceeded, he turned his head and watched her take her seat.

  He tried to imagine how it would feel to hold on to that ass while thrusting in her hot pussy. Damn, he thought, why did he have to coach now? His mind wouldn’t be on the game. It was in the second row of the bleachers on the far end, where that woman was sucking her red Popsicle. Was that a bead of sweat on his forehead? Who was she, and why was she having this effect on him?

  The game ended, and his girls were victorious again. That meant they would play the next day in the playoff. After he got his team off the court, he looked back to see if she was still there. She was walking away. He got a good look at that ass. My goodness, the things that were racing through his mind. He was about to turn around when he noticed that she had left something on her seat. He walked over and picked it up. It was a pair of white thongs, with a name written on them. So, her name was Tracy. And she wanted him. Why else would she leave something so personal for him to find?

  He lifted the panties to his nose and breathed in the sweet scent of her. It made his dick hard just thinking about her wearing the panties and nothing else. He wanted to take her right there, but one of his girls’ parents was calling him. He put the thongs in his pocket and walked away. He wondered if he would see her again. He had a good idea he would.

  The next night he was so nervous about the playoff that he didn’t think about Tracy until he came on the court with his team and saw her sitting in the same spot. This time she was wearing a black miniskirt with a half top that tied in the back. God, she looked sexy sitting there, her legs so shiny and trim. She crossed them so her skirt rose up, showing the upper half of her thigh.

  Tracy knew that this time he was watching her. She gave him a slight smile and flashed her eyes at him. He smiled back. He was hers tonight, no doubt about that.

  The game was exciting. It was close and good. His girls played hard and won, 74–72. They deserved their championship. Everyone came off of the bleachers to congratulate them. She walked slowly over to where he was. He saw her coming, her hips swaying with each step, her tits bouncing, her nipples pressing hard into the material of her shirt. He thought, Damn, I can take that off easily.

  She extended her hand to him and said, “Good game, congratulations.”

  He couldn’t hear her, so he leaned forward, and she brushed his cheek with her lips. Her breathing slowed as she whispered in his ear, “Good game. I’ll wait for you over in the bleachers, once everyone is gone.”

  He was so surprised, he leaned back and smiled. He said, “That’s a date then.”

  She turned and walked off. Damn, that was a great sight, watching her walk away, her tiny skirt moving with every step. He thought he saw the curve of her ass when the skirt lifted a little too high. A bolt of excitement stabbed his heart. He was getting hard. Shit, he couldn’t let that happen! He looked away.

  He was presented with the championship trophy, and said good night to all his girls. He promised to meet them later at a local club to celebrate.

  The lights were off in the gym, but he saw her silhouette in the darkness. She was leaning back on the bleachers with her legs slightly open and her stiletto heels on the gym floor. He walked up and stood in front of her. She looked at him and smiled. He got on his knees and pulled her to him. She leaned forward and planted a passionate kiss on his mouth, her tongue exploring it boldly.

  He reached around, untied her shirt and lifted it over her head. Her tits sat there like oranges. Her nipples were so fucking hard. He leaned over, looked her in the eyes and said, “By the way, my name is Chris.”

  “I know who you are,” she said, chuckling lewdly.

  He encircled her nipple with his tongue. She arched her back because it felt so good. Oh my God! The burning in her thighs had grown to a full-blown fire. He reached his other hand under her skirt, found her thong and ripped it off. That just made her excitement build. He slid his finger in her pussy. He couldn’t believe how wet she was.

  She let out a moan, which he captured with a deep kiss. He wanted to taste her, and right now, on the court. He lifted her to her feet, brought her to center court and laid her down. She spread her legs wide so he could see how swollen with excitement her pussy was. He leaned down and licked her clit. He sucked on it, and moved his tongue in and out of her pussy.

  She was squirming. She couldn’t handle it. She kept saying, “Please stop, you’re driving me crazy. Please!”

  She finally got him to come up for air, and when he did, she got up on her knees and kissed him on the mouth. She pulled his shirt up over his head and planted searing hot kisses all down his neck, nibbling all the way. S
he undid his belt and with one motion pulled it off. She unbuttoned his pants, stuck her hand inside and pulled out his manhood.

  She was shocked by the size of it, so fucking big and thick. She looked at him and gave him a little smile. She licked her lips, then lowered her head and in one motion engulfed his dick with her mouth, while pulling up and down on it with her hand.

  He couldn’t stand the pleasure of her hot mouth on his dick. He felt his resolve dissolving. He told her he was about to come, but she wouldn’t let up. He exploded in her mouth. She took in every drop. He lay there on the floor of the gym, spent.

  As he looked at her, she smiled at him, winked and said, “Good game.”—L.C., Hammond, Indiana

  GYM HEAT, PART II: HE GIVES HER ADVICE ON HER FORM—THEN HER FORM ENGULFS HIM

  It was a hot, sticky afternoon. The temperature had reached ninety-five degrees already, and the humidity was way high. Saturday afternoon usually found me in the gym, and this one was no exception. Since there was no air conditioning and few windows, the gym was sweltering and I was sweating bullets. But working out was my obsession. It helped me keep weight off, and I liked feeling the tension in my hardened muscles.

  I worked out at least two hours Monday through Saturday without fail, alternating between muscle groups for maximum effect. Today was back and shoulders. It was about half past two, and I had the gym to myself, which wasn’t unusual for a weekend afternoon. Everyone on the base was either sunning themselves on the nearby beaches or standing duty. Everyone but me.

  I had no personal life to speak of. I had few friends, and no girlfriend—hadn’t had one for quite some time. Sex was something that I only dreamed about while whacking off to porn tapes. When I wasn’t working, I spent most of my time alone. Being an introvert, I didn’t mind. But I did get lonely for the company of a woman. I had little luck attracting attention, though.