Letters to Penthouse XXXXIV

by Penthouse International

  Ella is twenty-seven. She has a firm petite body, jet-black hair, blue eyes, and beautiful olive skin. The funny thing is that her attire is a little bit understated. You would never know that underneath her clothes she carries a delicious pair of 32D breasts.

  Greg was a blond surfer-type who weighed about two hundred pounds. With my small 160-pound frame, I could never compete with Greg, particularly in the bedroom. Besides, I always assumed that I wasn’t Ella’s type and never even pursued the possibility.

  We had always been open with each other about our sexual affairs, though. I knew every intimate detail of her sex life, and all her likes and dislikes. She used to describe how she loved Greg’s fat cock and the slow, languid way he would tongue her pussy before sticking it inside her.

  Ella didn’t mind telling me about some of the places where the two of them did the dirty deed. They would fuck doggie-style at a car wash at three o’clock in the morning. She’d give him head in the parking lot at work during lunch, or outside a cinema on a Sunday afternoon. It felt like I was living my sex life vicariously through her tales at times. But even though her stories were a turn-on for me, I never looked at our relationship as sexual in any way. However, Greg’s passing radically changed that.

  Six months after his death, my telephone rang. It was around ten o’clock on a Tuesday morning. It was Ella, and she sounded like she had been crying. I asked what was wrong. She said she had just learned that Greg had been running around with her sister right before he died.

  Ella had been a faithful wife to Greg, and this news hit her hard. She asked if I could come over and keep her company. I had received a number of such requests since Greg’s death and thought nothing of it, so I got myself dressed and hurried over to soothe my friend’s grief.

  Ella greeted me at the door with a broad smile. My jaw dropped when I saw that the only thing she had on was a bright yellow nightshirt. Before I could say anything, she threw her arms around my neck and planted a deep, wet kiss on my lips. I responded in kind. She opened her mouth and our tongues met for the first time. I was about to speak but she interrupted me with, “Don’t say a word!”

  She peeled off her nightshirt and revealed an amazing pair of tits with dark, full nipples. Until then, I had resisted staring at them. Ella wasn’t wearing much else, just a pair of red panties.

  Then she reached for my pants. In no time, she had freed my raging dick. Admiring my muscle, she said, “I always knew you had a beautiful cock, Danny. Why did you keep hiding it from me?” With that, she wrapped her lips around my cockhead. Swirling her tongue delicately around the underside, she swallowed all of it in one gulp.

  Sensing I was about to come, Ella stopped sucking. She led me to the couch and finished stripping me. Once I was naked, she resumed her assault on my shaft. “I don’t believe this,” I moaned, wanting her to stop but unable to say so. Catching her breath, she gasped, “Believe it!”

  My dick had never been so hard. Ella’s mouth found my cockhead again and began tracing a wet outline around it. She repeatedly ran her tongue feverishly between my balls and the purple tip. Stroking my dick with her right hand, she licked it up and down, rubbing her lips and tongue along the shaft. Ella seemed to be in another world, working on my muscle.

  “Oh God, I’m coming,” I heard myself say. I tried to pull out, but she forced me deeper into her throat. I began pumping harder and faster into her mouth. Finally, I exploded. She swallowed the hot come and licked my cock clean, then surprised me by giving me an openmouthed kiss. I could taste and smell my own juices on her lips.

  I coaxed her to the floor and gently removed her red panties. Soon I was all over the soft contours of her form. I plunged my tongue into her delicious mound. Squeezing her firm ass, I savored her every essence. I breathed in the aroma of her exquisite quim and wondered how Greg could have cheated on this package. I felt my dick coming back to life as her sweet feminine odor filled my nostrils. She lifted her hips to welcome my probing tongue, still deep within her well-trimmed cleft. She began quivering under my lips as the flood of her sex washed over me.

  I moved up her body and gazed into Ella’s face. In pure ecstasy, she said, “Please fuck me, Danny. It’s been so damn long.” Without hesitation, I buried my raging dick in her pussy. Her gripping love-canal contracted around my shaft like a vise. Her hands clung to my ass. I began ramming my dick harder into her pussy. Our breathing became labored. “That’s it, Danny. Give it to me good. Ah, yes!” I felt her spasm beneath me. I couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded inside her hole.

  We caught our breath long enough to make our way to the bedroom. I licked at her tits, gently savoring their shape and firmness. I sucked her hard nipples between my lips. Greg had taken Ella this way many times, but without appreciation. With this in mind, I thought to myself, This one’s for you, Greg.

  Soon we lay exhausted in a pool of sweat and fell asleep. I nodded off still thinking, I can’t believe it! I can’t fucking believe it! We both called in sick the next morning and spent the day together making love. We were in a quandary trying to figure out how to explain all this to everyone we knew.

  We’ve been together for a few months now. We talk the same way that we always have. The only difference is that now we’re more than just friends.

  —D.M., Lancaster, Pennsylvania

  A Lesson in Seduction

  I’m a graduate student at a prominent West Coast university known mostly for its academics. I would soon learn that this school was a hotbed of good loving as well as good researching.

  I moved into a graduate-student building owned by the university, consisting entirely of cozy studio apartments for single graduate students. I soon found I was in a horny young man’s dream situation!

  The day I moved my belongings in, I heard a soft knock at my door. I opened it up and was stunned to see the most lovely young lady I had ever laid eyes on standing in a low-cut sundress, her cleavage framed by the diaphanous fabric. She clearly didn’t believe in wearing a bra, because her perky nipples jutted out through the sundress suggestively. She stood five foot seven and had an athletic body. Her name was Mariah, a perfect complement for her dark exotic skin and long wavy hair.

  She introduced herself as a biology Ph.D. student. She lived next door and said she had heard me moving my stuff in and wanted to let me know to knock if her music was too loud. The walls in the building were pretty thin, she told me, and her old neighbor had complained about her music. Little did I know that sweet music wouldn’t be the only thing I’d hear from her apartment!

  It began a few nights later. I was startled to hear a low moan, then a higher-pitched scream from her apartment. My first thought was that she must be in trouble. I jumped up, ran out and went to her door.

  “Mariah, are you okay?” I shouted, knocking loudly.

  I heard some rustling, then she came to the door, rumpled and red-faced. It immediately hit me that she wasn’t in trouble, she was in ecstasy! Easily embarrassed, I began to blush. My face wasn’t the only part of my body with increased blood flow, however, as I realized she had actually been masturbating. I was wearing only a loose-fitting pair of shorts, and my throbbing hard-on was clearly evident to her.

  She quickly regained her composure and invited me in for a drink. As we sipped our wine, she boldly said, “I guess it’s pretty obvious what I was doing, huh? I get so horny, and I’m not in a relationship right now.”

  “No problem, I totally understand,” I replied, trying to be a gentleman and avoid a potentially embarrassing situation.

  “Oh, do you masturbate often?”

  I was a bit taken aback, but sheepishly admitted that I did. I confided to her that I was getting very turned on thinking about her masturbating.

  “Would you like me to show you how I do it?” she asked in a sultry voice.

  Without waiting for a response, she slipped her dress over her head and leaned back upon her futon. She was already wet, clearly anticipating the orgasm I
had interrupted. She began slowly rubbing her hand over her juicy mound, lightly tickling her clit from time to time while her other hand massaged her breasts.

  Soon her beautifully long brown hair was matted with sweat and she began moaning. “I wanna see your cock. I wanna see you whack off for me,” she panted.

  I wasted no time in pulling my dick out and began slowly pumping it for her, mesmerized by the scene in front of me.

  I soon found myself unable to merely watch. Crouching down between her thighs, I stuck my tongue into her juicy slit, licking all over and taking her pussy lips gently into my mouth. As I began nibbling on her clit, her breathing became ragged and short. Then she orgasmed, rewarding me with a mouthful of pussy juice.

  After catching her breath, she sat up and took my cock into her mouth, sucking me with abandon until I erupted into her throat. When I regained my strength I plunged my still-hard cock into her dripping pussy. We moved together with the rhythm of an exotic symphony, pounding and slapping our bodies into each other, screaming out with sheer pleasure.

  I was wondering if I’d be able to come again when I felt her pussy contract as her second orgasm hit, which milked my cock of another load of hot cream. I pulled her body tight against mine as I climaxed deep inside her.

  We held each other, both of us sticky with sweat and come, until we finally drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. We’ve shared many sexual escapades since then, but I’ll never forget the sheer eroticism of that first night when we were total strangers who became lovers.

  —A.L., Berkeley, California

  Seduced and Loving It

  I was twenty years old and home from college for the summer when I was seduced by my best friend’s mom.

  Jessica was forty-two years old and had long brown hair and large soft breasts. She was maybe twenty or twenty-five pounds overweight, giving her a voluptuous appearance. She also had a bubbly personality.

  During that summer vacation I did a lot of odd jobs at her house, as well as spending a lot of time with my friend Wally, Jessica’s son. So I was at their house a lot.

  One day I went there to fix a leaky faucet. Wally wasn’t home, but his mom was. She let me in and offered me a drink. As we talked I became aware that she was flirting with me, but I figured she was just teasing.

  After a while she excused herself to go to the bathroom. I started on the faucet, but after a few minutes I heard her calling me from upstairs. I went up and found her in the master bedroom, laid out on the bed, her long black skirt pulled up to expose her creamy thighs.

  I froze and stared at her as she invited me onto the bed. I said maybe I should go, but she said it was okay, and that I should relax. Then she started to unbutton her blouse. When it was open she pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing white panties that matched her white bra.

  Although I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t help getting hard. Her tits looked huge above the bra, and I saw tufts of black hair peeking out of the crotch of her panties. She pulled those panties aside then, showing me her dark, hairy bush. She smiled and asked if I liked it. I could barely say yes. But I couldn’t hold out anymore, and without another word I stripped off my clothes. Jessica smiled and removed her bra and panties, lying there naked with her legs spread.

  I climbed on the bed and got between her thighs as she grabbed me and guided me to her hairy pussy. I mounted her and slid inside her. She was very soft and warm. She wasn’t really tight, but it felt awesome just the same.

  I lay on top of her and started to fuck her. I couldn’t believe I was doing this with my best friend’s mom, a forty-two-year-old married woman. I started kissing and sucking her big soft boobs. She moaned and gasped as I fucked her, and she kissed me, thrusting her tongue in my mouth. I fucked her harder, until she was crying out with each thrust. Her tits and belly jiggled as I humped her, and soon I could feel myself getting ready to come. I asked her if I should pull out or come inside her, and she told me not to worry because she couldn’t get pregnant anymore. So I let go and came inside her, and as I did so she came, too. I shot a huge load into her creamy pussy, and when I pulled out I could see my come leaking out of her, running down onto the sheet.

  We lay there and rested awhile, and then we did it again doggie-style while I stroked and squeezed her big ass. In the weeks after that we had sex several more times, when Wally and her husband weren’t home, and it was a lot of fun.

  One day I went there with a friend named Jeffrey. We were supposed to pick up Wally for a trip out to the lake, but it turned out that Wally had caught another ride a few minutes earlier. She invited us in anyway, and one thing led to another, and we both ended up fucking her, first separately and then together.

  I was sorry when I had to go back to school that fall.

  —R.N., Los Altos, California

  Paying for It

  My husband, Carl, lost his job this spring, and for a few months we were really struggling to make ends meet.

  One day I was in the supermarket without even enough money to buy food for dinner, so I made the unfortunate decision to shoplift some. I had never done that before, so I wasn’t very good at it, and of course I got caught. A security guard escorted me to his office and called in the store manager.

  Well, I didn’t want to go to jail, so I figured there was only one way I could get out of this. But first I tried playing on their pity. I started to cry, and between sobs I told them all about the hard times we were having at home, and about my three hungry children. I said that my husband would never understand, and that I would do anything if they wouldn’t call the police.

  The manager seemed sympathetic, and when I noticed him checking me over I knew I would be all right. I’m five-feet-five and about 130 pounds, with 36C breasts and long brown hair. I was wearing a denim skirt with tan hose and a white blouse, and when I crossed my legs I was careless about letting my skirt ride up over my thighs. I stopped crying and told them again, more meaningfully this time, that I would do anything. Anything.

  The manager looked at the guard, and then asked me if I was serious about doing anything. Without hesitation I said yes, I was, and to show them just what I meant I began to unbutton my blouse.

  The manager nodded at the guard, who went over to the door and latched it. The manager got up and moved behind my chair. He started rubbing my shoulders, saying, “There, there, it’s going to be okay. Just relax.” I was relaxed enough, and was even starting to get excited, especially when his hands slid down to my breasts and gave them a squeeze. When I offered no resistance, he began unbuttoning my blouse, taking up where I had left off. He pushed down the straps of my bra, releasing my breasts. Then he moved around in front of me and knelt down so he could suck them. Meanwhile the guard was standing there watching.

  Something about the situation was getting to me. I was strangely aroused by being half naked in front of two strange men, and the sensation of the manager’s mouth sucking on my nipples was making me squirm in my chair. Suddenly I felt his hand sliding under my skirt. I moaned as it crept up my thigh, and let my legs fall open slightly. As soon as he reached my wet panties he began rubbing my pussy through them. The feeling was unbelievable.

  After a minute of that he stopped sucking my breasts and pushed my skirt up to my waist, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs and off my feet. He bent down and kissed my upper thighs, then worked his way to my pussy. As I moaned and gasped, he pulled me forward so that my ass was right on the edge of the chair, and then proceeded to suck and lick hungrily at my soaked snatch.

  I felt myself coming to a climax, and I couldn’t stop it. My head fell back, rolling from side to side as I cried out with passion. My eyes met those of the guard, looking down at me as I came, and his watching me made me come harder.

  The manager stood up then and dropped his pants, revealing his hard cock. He rubbed it all over my moaning mouth, and I willingly opened up for him as he slid it in. His cock was sma
ll enough so that I could take it all in without gagging, and I sucked him hard as he fucked my face. He didn’t last long, and I swallowed his sperm as he shot it deep into my throat.

  When he pulled out of my mouth the security guard stepped forward. I smiled at him, and he told me to stand and lean over his desk. As I did so I heard his pants drop, and the next thing I knew he was entering my pussy from behind. I hadn’t seen his cock, but it felt enormous inside me. It took him a while to work it all the way in, and I felt very full when he had finally done it. Grasping my hips, he began to fuck me hard, and the feeling was really thrilling. He had stamina, too, and I came twice more before he stiffened and shot his jism inside me.

  He then pulled out of me and pulled up his pants. I realized that he hadn’t said a word to me since he had called in the manager. I got dressed with his sperm still running down the insides of my thighs.

  The manager then told me to go home and not to let him catch me shoplifting in his store again. I grinned at him and asked him if he was sure that was what he wanted. He grinned back. “Well,” he said. “On the other hand…”

  I didn’t tell my husband any of this, of course, and soon after that he got a well-paying job, so I didn’t have to think about shoplifting any more. But occasionally, when I’m back in that store, I feel tempted to do it anyway.

  —G.F., Phoenix, Arizona

  Stockroom Sex Party

  As an attractive thirty-two-year-old secretary, I’ve developed quite a reputation as the office flirt. However, until last Christmas I had never let it go further than that, aside from the odd grope in the stockroom, or the occasional squeezing of a breast. This changed at the annual office Christmas party.