Letters to Penthouse V

by Letters to Penthouse V- The Ways of Sexual Pleasure (epub)

  As she hurried over to me, we embraced passionately. I knew she could feel my hard cock pressed up against her. Just then she whispered in my ear, “I knew my little scheme would have its desired effect on you.” I’d had a feeling she had planned it all from the start! God, I really love her!

  I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but there were too many people around, not to mention too many security guards. As we waited at baggage claim for her luggage, she just kept on wriggling her ass at me and doing little things to tease me. I felt as though my cock was going to rip right through my jeans.

  Then, as the luggage started coming around on the conveyor belt, she purposely bent over in front of me, scrutinizing each suitcase as though it were hers, just to have the opportunity to entice me again with her ass, which she knows I’m quite enamored of. I was about to go crazy!

  There were a lot of other guys watching her too, and that seemed to excite her even more. Of course I wasn’t worried at all, because I know that she’s mine and I’m hers. However, I have a feeling that she made more than a few wives and girlfriends rather jealous and even pissed off.

  As fate would have it, though, she got her come-uppance. As she bent over for the tenth time, this time to actually pick up her own suitcase, she teetered on her high heels and was thrown off balance as she grabbed the handle, no doubt because her suitcase was so heavy. I quickly came up behind her to give her a hand, but the forward motion of the conveyor belt had already caused her to fall forward. She fell over onto her suitcase, her ass up in the air and once again exposed. She wriggled around a minute, pretending that she couldn’t get up. I considered rescuing her, but then thought better of it. I figured I’d let her have her fun. After she’d gone all the way around the conveyor belt once, I finally grabbed a hold of her and lifted her off. By the look on her face, I knew she was really excited and had enjoyed the hell out of it!

  By the time we got to the car, we were both raring to go and ready to fuck. I was all set to pounce on her in the backseat when security drove by, and we decided it would be prudent if we waited until we got home. But of course I couldn’t even wait that long.

  On the way home, I decided to pull over onto the shoulder of the freeway. I pretended there was something wrong with the car and told her I needed to check under the hood. I asked her to get out of the car and hold the flashlight for me. I positioned her so that she had to stretch way over the engine compartment, knowing her dress would again creep up her ass! I quickly moved behind her and stuck my throbbing cock into her awaiting bare pussy. As I reached around to caress her tits, she dropped the flashlight and yelled, “Yeah! Fuck me hard!”

  As I came, I thought she was going to go crazy. She exploded in a paroxysm of pleasure. Needless to say, this was the start of a wild sexiest for us!—W.B., Palo Alto, California

  HE LOVES TO STUFF HIS ITALIAN SAUSAGE INTO HER FRENCH ROLL

  After a failed marriage of fifteen years, where oral sex was considered dirty and lovemaking was passionless, it’s so wonderful to be engaged to a sexy, voluptuous, hot-blooded Frenchwoman who oozes with eroticism. This fiery-eyed nymph loves to suck my cock and can never get enough of it inside of her.

  Though I was completely faithful in my marriage, I had been around the block a few times before I got married, so I’ve made love to numerous women. Although most of my wild oats were sowed during the wild and crazy free-love sixties, no woman I’ve ever been with compares with my current fiancee. I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to finally have a partner who has a similar sex drive.

  I am a handsome forty-year-old Italian who loves sex. I am especially fond of big breasts and having my cock inside a wet and hungry mouth. My fiancÉe and I have been together for one and a half years. Last year we were both unemployed for five months, and we made the most of it sexually. We would make love all day and all night long.

  Often, after an all-nighter of hot and sweaty lovemaking, my woman would wake me up, her head under the blankets as she licked and kissed my cock. It didn’t stop there, though. My pretty babe of thirty-two, with her long eyelashes and dark hair, would lay her head by my crotch and passionately suck my sleepy love-tool until it stood up proud and tall. Groaning softly, she’d tell me how much she loved having my cock in her mouth. She would lie naked for hours in this position, moaning in complete satisfaction, while her big, luscious lips were wrapped around my Italian sausage.

  I love watching her put on her makeup while she’s sitting at her vanity in panties and an overflowing bra. I also love burying my face in those 40D boobs. I could get lost in her cleavage. I often suck and caress her tits for hours. Sometimes I’ll try to squeeze one of her luscious breasts into my mouth, but that’s always impossible because of their size! Her nipples are the size of silver dollars, but are worth their weight in gold to me. She loves when I straddle her while she’s lying on her back so I can slide my throbbing love-pole through her cleavage. No silicone here—just two natural and beautiful mounds that I can squeeze together while slowly tit-fucking her. Every time I expose those love-pillows, I’m amazed at my Amazon woman’s natural resources.

  She gets excited and soaks her panties with her sweet juices whenever I surprise her with a can of whipped cream, because she knows she can anticipate hours of good eating before a very special dessert. Of course, a full-course meal always starts out with an antipasto. Her favorite is sucking on a couple of ripe, dark, oval olives. She loves to mangia on my Italian-style delicacies, whether served plain or in a creamy sauce.

  After the first course, my lusty lover is famished and panting for seconds. I slowly shimmy my cock almost within reach of her hungry lips as her tongue attacks the sensitive tip. With one hand on my rear, she pulls me into her desirous mouth. Noisily sucking and devouring me inch by inch, her head madly bobs back and forth, sucking me deeper and deeper till nothing is visible but my pubic hair and a very satisfied lady with a mouthful of cock.

  Then it’s my turn to lie on my stomach while my busty babe straddles me. She gently massages my back, rear and thighs with her warm breasts, sending chills through my body. As a finale, she kisses my balls and inner thighs from behind.

  We then continue making love. On all fours, she waits anxiously for me to penetrate her. I slowly put my cockhead in her slit and then withdraw, repeating this motion to make her even more horny. She whimpers, “How do you do that?” before she pleads for the whole length. After hours of teasing each other, with hormones raging and juices flowing, we ride to the finish. At these times an almost religious fervor takes over my sexy nymph, and she begs me not to withdraw my blessing, but to leave it in that sacred place all night.

  Whenever we drive anywhere, the first thing she does, whether I’m in jeans or a suit, is unzip my pants and devour my cock. Eagerly she clamps down on my stick shift, and there’s no way I can put on the brakes!

  One time the air bag opened by mistake while she was sucking me and, with her mouth stuck on my cock, she couldn’t move. An hour later help finally arrived. My lusty lover never once complained, and even wanted to know if we could try it again! Another time I gave a stranded motorist a lift. He sat in the backseat, and I told him my girlfriend was lying down, taking a nap up front. He and I chatted, and he was completely unaware that my sweetie was actually savoring every inch of my throbbing cock. With her lips locked on my erection, she tamed the wild beast with oral persuasion, but refused to put it back into its cage until she was done playing with it.

  When we talk on the phone, she tells me the sound of my voice gets her panties soaked. Whenever we don’t see each other for a few days, my woman lets me know that my meat’s in for a treat when I bring it home. When I walk in, a dozen roses in hand, she French-kisses me, puts one hand on my bulge and the other on my zipper, then leads me to the bedroom. She immediately disrobes me and whispers that we have hours of catching up to do.

  I can’t imagine any other woman fulfilling my needs like she does. My woman is all woman! She’s a t
otal woman, and I’m proud to be her man!—A.M., New York, New York

  THINGS DEVELOP QUICKLY WHEN PHOTO LAB CLERK EXPOSES RACY PICTURES

  For the past two summers I have worked at a photo developing lab where the unofficial policy is, “The pictures you take are your own business.” This is unusual in my small, somewhat conservative hometown, so we get a lot of what I’d call “alternative” pictures.

  When I’m alone in the store, I’ve gotten into the habit of masturbating in the darkroom while looking at some of the racier pictures. One day it was my turn to stay at the store during lunchtime, while everyone else went out to eat. I was amusing myself in the darkroom when a customer rang our service bell. I sighed—I had been really close to orgasm—and quickly made myself presentable.

  When I opened the door and stepped out to the counter, my jaw dropped. A gorgeous woman was standing there. Her huge ‘ breasts swelled within her tight, white shirt, and I swear I could see her nipples harden as her eyes caressed my muscular body. Then I grasped the base What was most shocking was the fact that I had masturbated to pictures of this same woman just the day before! I couldn’t believe my luck. Her pictures had really stood out. In most of them, her beautiful, tan body was pressed up against a stunning blonde woman. In others the two were writhing in passion on black satin sheets. I remember being extremely envious of the photographer.

  Now here she was, standing right in front of me in the flesh. I cleared my throat and tried to regain my composure. “Ummm, may I help you?” I stammered. She looked slightly impatient as she told me her name and waited for me to locate her pictures. I did my best to hurry, but I was nervous and I dropped the pictures. They spilled all over the floor. I tried to pick them up without looking at them—I knew my erection was evident enough already. When I stood up, blushing, she smiled, her impatience suddenly gone. “So, did you see anything?” she asked coyly.

  I said, “Well, I developed them.”

  She leaned over the counter and examined my engorged cock. With a big smile, she said, “I see you liked what you saw.”

  Tongue-tied, I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just stared at her cleavage. I felt my cock throb as I imagined sliding my pole into that deep chasm. The woman stood up straighter, throwing out her chest, and seductively licked her lips. I thought I was going to pass out. It seemed as if all the blood in my head had rushed to my dick, making it even bigger than before.

  She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the darkroom. She saw the pictures I had been masturbating to earlier and laughed. “And what were you doing with these, you naughty boy?” she asked with a smile.

  I quickly grabbed the photos and shoved them, into an envelope. As I put them back into the file I had taken them from, I felt the woman’s hand on my rod. She stroked it as she pressed her breasts against my back. Then she turned me around and took my pants off. I leaned against the file cabinet when she dropped to her knees and began to suck me off.

  Her soft lips circled my cockhead and her tongue teased my slit. I begged her to take me all in. When she did, I nearly lost it right then and there. She didn’t let me come, though. She knew exactly what she was doing. She brought me to the brink several times with her talented mouth before she took off her shirt. “I saw you looking at my chest before,” she said. “Do you want to fuck it?”

  I was delighted to plunge my cock into the soft depths of her cleavage. Sliding in and out between her tits was sheer heaven! All I could think of were the pictures of her I had developed the day before. The image in my mind of this babe with her friend was enough to make me shoot my load all over. I collapsed to the floor, completely spent.

  She stood up and put her shirt back on. I sighed when her beautiful breasts were covered again, but she ignored me. I was too tired to care. It was all I could do to get dressed. In fact, I was still in the darkroom when my coworkers returned. I tired to act normal but, evidently, my condition was obvious to the other guys I worked with. They looked at each other and laughed. “She got you too, didn’t she?” one of them asked.

  I looked at them in bewilderment, not understanding. Then they explained. Evidently this woman always came in during lunchtime, and managed to get away without paying for her pictures everytime. I laughed sheepishly with the guys about it, but the truth is, I would pay her for another experience like that one. If it was up to me, she could have all the free pictures she wanted! The blowjob she gave me was the best I ever had!—T.K., Detroit, Michigan

  TRADE SHOW LEADS TO FUTURE BUSINESS—AND PLEASURE—EXCHANGES

  I am a twenty-four-year-old retailer. I often work a booth at trade shows, and at a recent show in a luxury hotel I met a salesman from New York City named Noah. I could tell from the way he looked at me that he was interested. Whenever my boss walked away, Noah would come over and talk to me for a few minutes.

  When the show was over, Noah invited me to party with him and some of the other fellows from the show. We all headed for the hotel bar, and it was soon very obvious that Noah and I were going to end up together.

  Noah is thirty-two, stands about five feet eleven inches tall and has a very nice build. I’ve always been attracted to dark-haired guys, so his Jewish heritage helped a lot.

  I am five-seven, weigh one hundred twenty-five pounds and wear my hair short. To stay in shape, I work out three times a week. I get many compliments on my looks and have never had any problems attracting a man.

  After several drinks and a lot of talking and laughing, we went to his room. At that point I was beginning to have second thoughts about getting involved with a man I might never see again. But I ultimately decided he was just too hot to pass up. I finally gave in, and it was definitely the most sensuous and erotic experience of my life—until last night.

  Yesterday afternoon he called me unexpectedly. He told me he had flown into my city for the night and asked if he could see me. Of course I said yes. I quickly dressed in one of my favorite outfits: a silk sarong miniskirt and a matching tank top.

  I met him at his hotel and we went to a romantic restaurant for dinner. We were totally caught up in each other. As we reminisced about our last meeting, I was getting extremely turned on, and I guess he could tell. My breathing was getting heavier and my nipples were trying to poke out of my shirt. We were sitting next to one another in a cozy booth, and he started licking my ear and the nape of my neck. He put his hand on my knee and started slowly working it up my thigh. He pushed my skirt up and discovered that I wasn’t wearing any panties. He began teasing my clit with his thumb while he inserted a finger into my extremely wet hole. He slid it all the way in, and started massaging me in the most wonderfully pleasing way I had ever felt. It was as if my pussy was molded just for his fingers. At this point I was totally into it and I didn’t care if anyone was watching. My head was thrown back and I’m sure I was moaning a bit.

  When I felt an orgasm approaching, I grabbed the tablecloth and held on tight. I sensed it was going to be a big one, and I was right. When I finally came back down to earth, the waiter was standing there with a big grin on his face. I was a little embarrassed, but it had been such a great orgasm I really didn’t care.

  The waiter told us that, if we were interested, dessert was on the house, but we declined. I just needed to have Noah’s beautiful, soft skin next to mine as soon as possible.

  We went for a walk along the beach and started kissing very sensually—the kind of kisses where you suck on each other’s tongue. Soon he began to lick my ears and neck. We sat down on a bench, and I pulled his cock out of his pants. There wasn’t anyone else around, so I went to town on him.

  Noah has a very nice penis. It is probably about seven and a half inches long and very thick. I’ve often been told that I give a great blowjob, so I decided to go for it and pull out all the stops. I slowly licked his cockhead and teased the shaft with my tongue. Then I grasped the base of his dick and engulfed his entire tool in my mouth. I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, simultaneously jerk
ing him off with my right hand. With my left hand, I fondled his balls. Either he hadn’t had sex since the last time we’d met (which had been two weeks before), or I am really talented, because he came in about ninety seconds.

  On the way back to his hotel room, he told me that he was going to make me come at least a dozen times.

  While in the elevator on the way up to his room, we basically undressed one another. We passed a few guys in the corridor who grinned at us and gave Noah a thumbs-up sign. Once in the room, we finished undressing and I put on his condom for him. I opened it with my teeth and slowly slid it on his hard cock.

  We started in the missionary position, with my legs wrapped around his waist. As he was driving it home, I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. We then shifted so that I was on top, straddling him. I could feel his entire cock deep inside me. We were fucking so hard that the headboard of the bed was banging against the wall I was real surprised that the people in the next room didn’t call the front desk to complain.

  After a few minutes, Noah had the strangest smile on his face. I knew he was going to come. His body tensed, and I could feel him shooting his load. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  I woke up in the early-morning hours with the sensation of someone caressing me. Noah was definitely up, in more than one sense of the word. I was still tired, so I just gave him another blowjob. Around dawn we showered and said our good-byes. We made plans to see each other again at a national trade show in a few months. Noah already told me not to bother getting my own room. I can hardly wait!—P.R., Baltimore, Maryland

  HIS HALLOWEEN COSTUME IS UNFORGETTABLE WHEN HE WEARS HIS BIRTHDAY SUIT

  I still can’t believe my good luck! The costume I wore last Halloween got me the best blowjob I ever had in my life! But let me start at the beginning.