by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)
From the other room, Marie, who must have ears like a bat in addition to her amazing hooters, shouted, “This doesn't, but I do.” So she was a slut after all, just as I had suspected. Maybe this little deal was going to turn out all right after all.
I returned to the living room and sat down across from her in an easy chair. The idea was to try to show an interest in the same things she cared about, but I spent most of my time sneaking peeks at her titanic boobs and trying not to get caught. Like she was going to think it was the soap operas when she looked over at me and noticed that I had a big, throbbing hard-on.
It basically got down to waiting her out. After a while, even Marie started getting tired of the lame soaps, so she went into the kitchen to get what I thought was going to be a snack. She came back out with a tub of whipped cream and a bottle of chocolate syrup. Right then my cock stood at full attention, and I thought it was going to rip through my pants, but I managed to contain it. “I thought we could use a little afternoon snack,” she said.
“Oh, I'm fine,” I muttered hoarsely. “Thank you for the thought.” I didn't want her to come close enough to see the bulge I was trying to hide by crossing and recrossing my legs. I shouldn't have worried.
“I think that once you see what I have in mind for a snack you'll change your mind pretty quickly,” she cooed. She set down the syrup and whipped cream and lifted her sweater over her head. Her voluptuous 40DD tits spilled over the palms of her hands. It was like every fantasy I've ever had, only better. They looked so inviting, so … comforting. “Soothing looking, aren't they?” she asked as she admired her own breasts. She obligingly held one of them up for me to stare at, openly now instead of secretly.
“Yes, quite,” I replied as I got up out of my chair and gently caressed her soft, pink nipples. The areolae were as big around as drink coasters. I couldn't resist, and obviously Marie didn't want me to. In a haze of unbelieving ecstasy I stuck out my tongue and began to coat them in a thin film of saliva. They started to puff up nicely, so I gently tugged at them with my lips, just as I'd seen a guy do in a porno flick once.
That drove her nuts. “Oh, do it,” she purred. “Pay attention to my sweeties. They've been so lonely.” She pressed my face so hard into her cleavage that I almost suffocated. I mean, you could get lost in there for days and go crazy with unsatisfied lust before a rescue party came and got you out. I had to grab her on the ass to get her to stop, because her tits muffled my screams of ecstasy.
“Why don't you lie down?” I suggested. “Then I'll be able to work on both of these beauties at once.”
She laughed at that, and we went into my bedroom, where Marie let her delicate form sink into my mattress. She pressed her sweet breasts together, and I slid my bulbous shaft in between her tits. It was engulfed by her soft flesh. Since the groove was already lubricated with all the saliva I had slobbered around in there while sucking and licking my way around in the deep crevice between her boobs, I was easily able to slide my shaft forward until its purple, plumlike head reappeared at the top of her deep cleavage.
Holding onto her big, chunky nipples to keep myself steady, I started sliding back and forth. She loved having me tug and twist her nipples in my exuberance, and I began to wonder if she could come just from having her tits played with. Then I felt the sweet sting of my orgasm, and sat still, shuddering, as my come shot onto her swelling breasts.
I lay down on the bed next to her and watched her lick her own tits dry. “Waste not, want not,” she commented, then added, “You know, this is the sweetest come I've ever tasted.”
We put our clothes back on and went downstairs, just in time for her mom to invite herself in for a visit. She said that she didn't have anything to do, so she thought she'd keep us company for a while. The truth is, she knew what kind of a wild woman her daughter was, and she was just spying on us. What the hell, I figured, let her spy all she wants. She'll have to go home eventually, and leave me alone with Marie and her two big bodyguards.
That summer was a great awakening for me. I've had a lot of sexual experiences since then, but nothing better. Recently I heard that Marie's gotten engaged to a medical student. Lucky stiff! I still think about her, and if I ever see her again, I'll thank her for making an awkward teenager into a man.—K.S., Providence, Rhode Island
LONELY SOLDIER, UNHAPPY HOUSEWIFE, MIDNIGHT FLIGHT, FORBIDDEN LOVE
I was a young soldier, fresh out of training and about to do my first tour in a strange country. I was waiting for the plane in Chicago when I saw her. She was sitting there in the strange airport all alone. She had a slim frame, long, straight hair, light brown, that hung to the middle of her back. Her jeans hugged her long, firm legs like they were painted on her. I went over to her and introduced myself. She said her name was Corie and she was on her way to meet her husband. I must have looked pretty disappointed, because she hastily added that she had to see him to get him to sign the divorce paperwork. I asked her where he was, and it turned out we were going to be on the same plane. I cheered up at that, and before you knew it we were talking, and about sex, no less. It was one of those things where we just clicked right off. Like most people, she and her husband had argued about money, but she felt like sex was the real problem. I told her I know how that one feels.
Her voice was soft, and so was her skin when she grabbed my hand. Just then the announcer said that our plane was boarding.
We switched with the woman assigned to the seat next to me so that Corie and I could sit together. Because it was an international flight the booze was free, so we both had a few drinks to ease our nerves about flying. We were a couple of hours into the flight when she leaned over and placed my arm around her. We'd been talking pretty intimately, and I guess it had gotten her heated up. The next thing she did was place my hand under her shirt as she pulled a blanket around the two of us and removed her bra.
Well, I may be dumb but I'm not stupid, so even I figured out that this little lady was looking for the loving attention she'd been missing for so long. And I was the man to oblige her. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles as I rolled them between my fingers, making her sigh and press her head into my shoulder. Her breasts were petite and very firm.
I moved my hand down her stomach. As if she knew just what I had in mind she unfastened the top of her pants and I ran my hand right inside and under her panties. She was already wet and hot. As I played with her slit she moaned. I thought that the other passengers on the plane were bound to hear us, or notice all the goings-on under the blanket, but by that time most of the other passengers were asleep. My little Corie was a firecracker, or maybe she hadn't had it for even longer than I realized, because she was humping my hand and bouncing around in her seat to beat the band. That husband of hers was some kind of criminal to neglect her so bad. About the time I was thinking I should quit for sure, before we got tossed off the plane for vulgar behavior, she came, right there in the seat.
She kept whispering how grateful she was and nibbling on my earlobe, and then we fell asleep for a while ourselves. I could not believe the adventure I'd had already, and yet it was nothing compared to what was about to happen to me.
We were about halfway through the flight. The two of us were still under the blanket, and we were holding each other, kissing in the dark. The in-flight movie was long since finished by this time, and the whole plane was asleep. We looked at each other. Corie cast a glance toward the rear of the plane, nodding her head at the restroom. Understanding right off what she had in mind, I said, “You go ahead. I'll be there in two minutes.” So she swung her sweet butt off down the aisle and disappeared into the bathroom. I followed right behind her, not even waiting long enough to throw anyone off the trail if they were watching us, but I hadn't seen any of the flight attendants for about five minutes.
Corie was sitting on the can, and before I could get the door closed she had my fly open, my erection out of my pants and she had taken it into her mouth. She was swirling her tongue around the
entire neck of my shaft, the sweet spot right below the head where everything feels so good. She kept grabbing my hips, pulling me deeper and deeper into her throat, and I gave her as much as she could take, marveling at how much she could handle.
Knowing that I was getting close to my climax, she pulled me out of her mouth and sat me down on the toilet. She stood in front of me, her knees pressed up against me in the tiny room. Bumping against the walls and me in a sexy, awkward strip, she slowly peeled her jeans down to her ankles, showing a small, light-brown patch of cunt hair that was glimmering from her juices. Corie turned her shapely little ass toward me and guided my hard staff into her. Jesus, her butt was beautiful. I began to realize how long it had been for me, not just her, and I wondered when I might get my hands on a sweet, willing girl again. I was feeling homesick and horny and a little bit in love with this woman I hardly knew.
“Oh my gosh,” I mumbled, “I think I'm in heaven.” She turned around enough to smile at me, then began moving up and down so that my pecker was sliding free and easy inside. She was tight, wet and hot, and as far as I was concerned she had the perfect pussy. As she bounced up and down, and the plane waved in the air, the feeling was so incredible that it made us both explode at the same time.
Flexing her vagina muscles and making little sounds with her mouth, she drained every last little drop of semen. It was enough, between her orgasm and mine, that our juices flowed like a river over my hard cock and down my balls. I could have sat there forever, but of course after a while we had to try to clean up a little and get back to our seats.
When Corie tried to stand up and dress herself she had an even harder time than she'd had getting undressed, but finally she managed it. And none too soon, either. At that time somebody knocked on the door. I yelled, “Just a minute.” Apparently we'd been in there a while, because everybody was starting to wake up and there was a line at the johns.
We left the bathroom together, acting as though she was sick. Nobody asked any questions. We simply went back to our seats and back to sleep.
When we landed, Corie's husband was waiting. Little did he know what had been in her mouth two hours earlier. Butter wouldn't have melted in it when she introduced me as a soldier she'd met on the plane and told him we'd had “a very interesting conversation.” He shook my hand, but didn't look too happy to meet me.
Corie and I saw each other every now and again over the next few months, when her husband was out on maneuvers or on twenty-four-hour duty. We would make passionate love all night long, then part in the morning with a peck on the cheek. I knew I was falling more than she was, and I even suspected that she wasn't really getting divorced from him. A few more months went by, and I found out from one of her neighbors that she had gone back to the States. I never heard from her again. What the hell, it was a long time ago now.—B.H., Milwaukee, Wisconsin
A BUSINESS TRIP TURNS OUT TO BE A PLEASURE IN THE BIG EASY
While on a business trip to New Orleans a number of years ago, I found it necessary to bring along our twenty-three-year-old bookkeeper. Sinead was leaving the company in a couple of weeks to get married, and was planning to move to Detroit. She was a really fine looker, with a great ass and 34C breasts. All in all a nice package, to risk a monumental understatement.
Sinead often talked like a sailor in and around our rather small office. Sex was her number one topic, and she was quite capable of making the men she worked with blush, so once we were airborne I had no qualms when I opened my briefcase and pulled out the latest copy of Penthouse Letters. Knowing that she was looking at it over my shoulder, I offered her the magazine, mentioning a couple of letters that I thought might appeal to her particular tastes. She informed me that Penthouse Letters was one of her favorite magazines. She said she bought it nearly every month, and devoured the letters. I loved the way she pronounced the word “devoured.” This trip was getting very interesting.
Working as I do for a very large corporation, I had read a lot of memos warning us about workplace romance. I knew that pushing this too far could only lead to trouble, so I decided to curb my fantasies. That is, until Sinead came to my hotel room after dinner and complained about her sore back. Once she asked me to rub her back, I knew we were going to be all right. This hot little number wasn't going to complain about sexual harassment.
I began to massage her from the top of her shoulders, slowly working my way up and down her back, going lower and lower each time, gradually, carefully easing my way around her ribcage to caress the sides of her breasts. She snuggled down into the bed every time I reached the soft flesh where her breasts met her ribs, sort of purring. Soon she undid her pants so I could get down to the part she said was really sore.
After a few minutes more of massaging her exquisite skin, I carefully worked my hand down the crack of her luscious ass. Again she encouraged me, wiggling her precious cheeks as I kneaded and rubbed them. I got bolder, and kept working my hand toward its ultimate goal. Upon reaching her cunt, I found it very wet. Inserting first one finger, then two, I continued my massage of her cunt from the inside. That did it.
In a flash, she rose up on her knees, looked back over her shoulder and said, “Please. Please fuck me hard.” In seconds I had stripped to the buff. Her heavenly ass swayed before me, and I slipped my cock into her juicy pussy.
It was so warm and so wet, so velvety and clinging. I was in ecstasy as I plunged in and out of her gorgeous backside. She just grunted and humped back against me. She was all business, the business of getting maximum pleasure.
After fucking her doggie-style for a few minutes, I rolled her on her back, spread her legs and began to lick and suck her sweet-tasting nectar. By now she was moaning and coming on my face as I sucked her love-button. She tasted so sweet I could barely get enough of her, but I knew that eventually I would have to get off too.
After she came a couple of times all over my face, I proceeded to spread her fine legs even wider, and slid my cock into her for more. She was one really great fuck, bucking and humping against me, giving me as good as she got. I managed to bring her off one more time before I pumped her full of my semen.
We started off the next day with a good-morning 69, then went off to work. Sinead looked hot in a see-through blouse, and her nipples were as hard as bullets all day. We went out to dinner with a couple of clients, and with them staring at her breasts all evening she remained hot and ready to be fucked the minute we got back to the hotel. We began with her giving me a glorious blowjob. Her cocksucking technique was as good as I had ever had. After a few minutes of her terrific head I was panting and ready to blow, but she wanted me to save it to spew inside her.
We fucked doggie-style, side-saddle, missionary, and finally we were both fucked out. One final session the following morning and we had to fly back home. A few days later, Sinead asked me to write a letter of recommendation to take with her to her new city. Believe me, it wasn't hard to give her a glowing report!—N.B., Portland, Oregon
Different Strokes
HE GETS OFF ON HIS WIFE'S PAST AFFAIRS, AND LOOKS FORWARD TO FUTURE ONES
My wife and I have been married for over twenty years. She has a strong sense of moral behavior, but she loves sex, and enjoys a very vivid imagination when she is behind closed doors. I think she masturbates at least once a day, and sometimes two or three times. Clare is an attractive woman, and though her body may not be as perfect as those of the girls in your magazine, it is a very nice body that is responsive to the touch and likes to be fucked.
Clare had intercourse with only one man before we were married, though she had experimented with several guys, letting them finger her pussy and suck on her tits till she climaxed. She would then help them to an orgasm by playing with their penis and jacking them off.
The one man she went all the way with was her boyfriend Milton, who worked in a library. Clare told me a story about the last time they had sex. Several months before she and I first met, Clare had broken off her relationship wi
th Milton because of her parents' disapproval. But one Sunday she was feeling extremely horny. She procured a blanket and a bottle of wine and set off for the library. She wore cut-off jeans and a light madras top tied off under her breasts. She didn't bother with a bra, or panties either. She told me she had only one objective, and that was to get to the library and have some sex.
There was no one at the library when she arrived except Milton. He was ecstatic at seeing her. They lay the blanket down in front of a window overlooking a lake in front of the library. After the initial hugging and kissing, Milton began hungrily groping her tits and rubbing her pussy through her jeans. He untied her shirt and kissed her breasts, sucking on her nipples. Pulling her jeans down, he kissed his way to her warm bush. She moaned and pulled his head into her crotch. It had been too long since his tongue had licked and penetrated her wet pussy. She orgasmed quickly, and then had a second orgasm as Milton continued to eat her.
Finally, Clare undid Milton's pants, took his dick into her mouth and proceeded to suck it like there was no tomorrow. He came into her mouth, and Clare loved it. Being young, Milton was still hard, and he was still hot for her sex. He pulled out a condom, and Clare put it on his throbbing dick, begging him to fuck her pussy. He mounted Clare from behind, so that they could look out the window and watch for any library patrons coming up the road.
Evidently this was not a very literate town, for Clare said that Milton pounded away at her for thirty or forty minutes before anybody came along. Just in time, he blasted his load into her pussy. Clare quickly gathered her clothes, blanket and wine, and exited with a satisfied grin. She was one happy woman that day.
Clare has told me this story numerous times, and each time it gets me hard and horny. It turns me on to think of Milton kissing her tits and banging her cunt. I have often fantasized about Clare having another sexual experience with someone else, but she always refused to even consider this option.