by Letters to Penthouse V- The Ways of Sexual Pleasure (epub)
It all started when I was working dispatch for a small-town fire department in southern California. It was about one in the morning, and there wasn’t anything going on. There was a knock at the door, and I was quite surprised to see a young woman, about twenty-five years old, looking into the lens of the security camera.
When I asked her what she wanted, she told me she had hurt herself trying to change a flat tire on her car. I naturally let her in. She said that the lug wrench had slipped, making her fall against the car. She had a small cut just above her left breast.
When I came back with the first aid kit from one of the engines, she had taken off her blouse. This took me a little off guard, because she was wearing one of the sexiest see-through bras I had ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on.
I couldn’t think of anything else to do, so I introduced myself. I told her that my name was Stanley and that I was a paramedic. Then, with a completely straight face I added, “As soon as I take care of that laceration on your chest I’ll have to do a primary survey to make sure you don’t have any other damage.” I waited to see if she picked up on the innuendo or ignored it.
She said, “My name’s Brenda, and I’m not sure that a light, superficial survey will be enough. Shouldn’t you probe a little more deeply? What if I have internal injuries?”
After hearing that, I did the best I could to keep my hands from shaking while I cleaned and bandaged her. I couldn’t wait to get to the rest of the physical. It didn’t help that I had to watch her pretty tits rise and fall with every breath, or that she was starting to breathe harder. “We’d better start in the vicinity of the initial wound,” I told her. I reached behind Brenda and unsnapped her bra. The most beautiful pair of little cupcake tits popped out of that black lace restraint. They were capped with munchable, upturned nipples. I leaned over to take one in my mouth, and Brenda just leaned back against the counter and moaned. I pressed my crotch against Brenda’s to let her feel the effect she was having on me, and she immediately reached down and unzipped my pants to release my erection and give her room to work on it.
Brenda began to masturbate me, running her hand up and down in long strokes that had me gasping and panting. I worked my hand under her skirt and into her panties. I applied a finger to her creamy cunt, sliding it back and forth until it was good and wet, then settling down to slowly circle her clit. We looked into each other’s eyes, only occasionally leaning forward for a soft, wet kiss. We went on like this until we were both near the edge of great orgasms. Brenda suddenly dropped to her knees and slipped my cock into her mouth. I watched it disappear to the root, then reappear. She wrapped her hand around my shaft again and resumed jerking me off, at the same time applying her tongue to the head of my dick. This didn’t go on for long before I spurted my sperm into Brenda’s luscious, waiting mouth.
I wanted to show her my appreciation, so I lifted Brenda up on the counter, lifted her skirt and slid her soaking panties off. I got down on my knees and started slowly licking my way up her leg until I was at her sweet-smelling pussy. I caressed her lips and clit with my tongue. I started with long strokes, but soon settled in on her clit, as I knew we couldn’t go on forever without someone else coming in, and I wanted to get my dick into her snatch. My attention to her button was quickly rewarded as she began drumming her legs against the counter in an extended orgasm.
I stood up and finished taking off my pants. Brenda took hold of my prick, which was hard again, and guided it into her pussy. I began stroking, and she started working her internal muscles, making it feel like I had dozens of little hands massaging my penis.
I couldn’t take too much of that without coming, and when I told Brenda I was ready to shoot, she just clenched all her muscles so that I couldn’t move, and I went off deep inside her.
When I pulled out, Brenda bent over and started to clean my dick with her mouth. Just then there was a 911 call. She let go of me, but the second I had dispatched the engine company and hung up she was glued to my cock again. I finally had to tell her I just couldn’t get it up again so soon. When I said that, Brenda stood up, turned away, and left without another word. It was a weird ending to a strange story, but it was definitely the most fun I’ve ever had at work.—S.B., Berkeley, California
HE STANDS IN FOR AN OLD FRIEND TO KEEP YOUNG GIRLFRIEND HAPPY
An old friend of mine recently moved back into the city, about three blocks from where I work, bringing with him his girlfriend, Jill. Jill is petite, not more than five feet tall, and nineteen years old. She has jet-black hair, full, red lips and deep green eyes.
I had given Royce and Jill a ride home from my place a few times, when they’d had too much to drink. The conversation was always the same. Jill complained to me that Royce was an old fart (he and I are both thirty-two) who wasn’t fucking her often enough. I would just laugh at Royce and say that I should be so lucky as to have a girlfriend who was so horny. Royce would make some comment about being tired from work and the conversation would stop, but you wouldn’t see me neglecting the needs of that young beauty.
About two weeks ago I phoned Royce to shoot the shit. During our conversation Royce said that he was going out of town on business for the next three days. He had started to tell me about his trip when Jill told him to ask me whether I was interested in coming over for lunch the next day. I quickly said yes, trying not to sound too eager, and could feel both my pulse rate and cock begin to rise at the idea of lunch with Jill.
Still, I wasn’t sure that Jill was thinking along the same lines I was. I decided to play it by ear during lunch. That night I had a dream in which Jill was sucking my cock and begging me to fuck her. After that dream there was no question that I was going to try to fuck Jill the next day.
My morning at work was a blur of anticipation. I left for lunch fifteen minutes early and practically ran all the way to Jill’s apartment. When she opened the door I knew that the gods were smiling on me. Her hair and makeup were perfect. I hadn’t thought that she would go to so much trouble for me. She had on a purple halter top and black stretch pants. Her flat tummy seemed to beckon me, and her breasts pressed against the material in a way that told me she had no bra on.
She invited me to sit down, and we started eating right away. I was barely able to eat, but did, if for no other reason than to see what was on her mind. Jill told me that she had to work for the next two days, so this was to be my only lunch with her that week. After we ate she went over to the couch to get her cigarettes, and I suggested we move over there to be more comfortable. As she enjoyed her post-lunch cigarette she started to tell me about the places in the apartment where she had fucked Royce.
I didn’t wait for her to hit me over the head with a club. As soon as she had put her smoke out, I made my move. I put my arms around her and kissed her full on the mouth. Her tongue immediately responded by probing my mouth. As I started to remove her halter top she stopped me and asked whether I thought we were doing the right thing. I told her I didn’t care whether it was right or wrong. I wanted her so much that I couldn’t control myself. She started kissing me again.
Jill’s top came off, and I got to see the pinkest nipples I have ever gazed on. I couldn’t wait to suck on them, so I didn’t wait. They were firm and had a slight taste of baby powder. As I sucked on her tits she started to remove my shirt and undo my pants. Again Jill asked me if this was what I wanted. When I said yes, she lay back on the couch, spread her legs and told me to kiss her pussy.
My first look at Jill’s pussy was a sight I’ll never forget. The hair was shaved into a very small, black triangle, through which I could plainly see her pussy lips. I didn’t waste a second before approaching her with my tongue. Again the faint odor of baby powder tickled my nose. I kissed her cleft until she started moaning and twitching involuntarily. Jill reached down and took hold of my shoulder.
My chin was dripping with Jill-juice as she pulled my mouth up to hers. Her tongue probed my mouth, as if I were hiding something f
rom her. As I lowered my head to her tits, Jill said, “I love the taste of my pussy. Kiss me again.” I pressed my mouth against hers and ran my tongue all over her face.
When I could no longer taste pussy-juice in the slippery mixture that covered both our faces, I put my head down and started to kiss her cunt again. Jill stopped me, saying, “No, I want your cock in there.” My prick felt as if its skin was stretched to its limits. Jill lay back on the couch, and I knelt on the floor and positioned my cock against her pussy lips. I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, wanting to tease for a little while, but she grabbed my dick and guided it into her pussy. She let out a sigh of relief, and started moving her hips to meet my thrusts.
After a moment she let out a small cry and her body shuddered. Jill grabbed my ass and pulled me as deep inside her as possible. I was just about to come when I pulled my cock out.
I asked her if she would like to taste her pussy again. As I stood up, she grabbed my cock and started sucking it as if it were her last meal. My dream had become a reality. She paused for a second and asked me not to come in her mouth, I said okay, and she went back to work. I knew that my moment was at hand, and I tried to postpone it by thinking of the federal debt crisis. That soon failed, and I pulled back and let go. It was the most come I had ever seen.
Jill laughed and said, “All that, just for me?” I laughed along with her. As we dressed, she told me to stop shaking or everyone at work would know what had happened to me at lunch. I told her that was easier said than done. I kissed her at the door and ran for work, arriving only fifteen minutes late. I spent the rest of the day dreaming about what had happened and thinking what a shame it was that I would probably never get to fuck her again.
Three days later my phone rang at work. Jill was calling. She asked if I could drop by the apartment after work and lend her a few bucks. She added that Royce wouldn’t get home from work until eleven.—C.C., Albany, New York
A SIDETRIP TO A MODEL HOME BRINGS HER A BIG SUR PRIZE
Before last summer, I didn’t believe in sexual chemistry or blind lust or whatever else you want to call the hot urge that leads to random fucking. Don’t get me wrong: I’m no prude. I’m twenty-eight and have enjoyed plenty of stiff, horny cocks in my life, but I always thought in advance about when and where I was going to play with them.
Anyway, I was cruising along a twisty coastal highway one Friday, after a tough week at the store where I was a lingerie buyer. I wore my shortest white shorts and a yellow silk shirt with the tail tied at my midriff. I didn’t have on panties or a bra. By Friday I’m sick of underwear.
I was enjoying the way the cool wind whipped around my bare thighs and under my shirt, tickling my tits and my pussy. I was thinking how much I love the coast and how someday I want to live there, when I spotted a sign that pointed toward a housing development.
Pure impulse made me stomp on the brakes and spray gravel. I had just made the turn onto a road that led up a hill toward a model home. Dust was still settling when I hopped out of the car and stepped onto the porch of the place. I was too late. The model home was closed. I was bent over, trying to peer through a window, my round ass-cheeks sticking out of my shorts, when I realized there was someone behind me.
I spun around to see a guy looking me up and down. He was tall, dark-haired, with white teeth that gleamed in the sunset light. A mesh tank top stretched over about a half acre of bare chest, and the jeans that rode low on his slender hips strained to contain the massive bulge that swelled out where his legs joined.
I couldn’t believe the tingle that was starting to grow in my pussy, or the dampness that began to gather there. I had to say something, do something, find out what had caused this sudden reaction.
“Guess I’m too late to see the house,” I said to the handsome hunk, whom I took to be a security guard. Something told me that he was feeling the same magnetic attraction that I was. Something behind his eyes.
“Yes,” he said. “Sales manager locked up and went home fifteen minutes ago.”
I’m sure I looked very disappointed. He spoke slowly, as though in a dream. “There’s another model up the hill. Be glad to show it to you.”
He turned without another word, and I followed him up the hill, watching the swing of his shoulders and the thrust of his buns as he walked in his tight jeans. Even the smell of him, like warm honey and bitter almonds, made my pussy drip. I caught up with him and gave him my hand. Without thinking or commenting about it, he took my hand and held it, and we walked along like teenagers in love until we reached the house.
We arrived at the terrace of the house, and I turned to watch the view of the sunset over the ocean. I could feel the heat of him standing close behind me. I couldn’t believe how hot I was getting. It still felt like everything was in slow motion.
I said something about the beauty of the sunset, and he said he had never seen anything as nice as the curve of my buns a few minutes ago when he walked up behind me. It seemed like a natural thing to thank him for the thought, so I turned and stretched up to give him a kiss. Just like that, the feeling of slow-motion shattered. I gave him another kiss. He gave me one. And another. My lips parted to let his tongue explore my mouth.
I pressed my tits hard against his chest while our tongues played, and I felt the bulge in his jeans thrust against my belly. My hands flew to untie my shirt so my hard, bare nipples could rub across the rough mesh and soft skin of his chest. I felt his hands on my ass as he lifted me up, and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my pussy against the throbbing bulge in his pants. I relaxed as if we’d known each other for years.
He carried me easily to a lounge on the terrace and laid me down. He never took his burning eyes off me as he peeled off his mesh shirt and jeans. Then he pushed his briefs down and his thick, brown cock jumped up like a powerful spring.
I reached for it, but he gently held me back. Slowly he pulled my little white shorts down my legs and dropped them on the terrace. He gave me a look that seemed to smoke with desire. He put his mouth on my swollen tits, licking, sucking and nibbling my hard nipples. My pussy was so wet, it oozed onto the lounge pad. My hips thrust up toward his rigid cock.
I gasped, begging him to let me have that monster, but he just moved his mouth slowly down my belly until he reached my close-cropped bush. He licked all over the top of my mound, along my thighs arid all over the outside of my leaking pussy lips, while I ran my fingers through his hair.
I was twisting uncontrollably when his big hands took hold of my ass-cheeks and he began to run his tongue up and down my burning slit. He lapped me and gave my whole pussy big, open-mouthed kisses, raising me to a higher and higher pitch of ecstasy. When his wet, hot tongue finally reached my rock-hard clit and circled it again and again, I lost control completely. I came, my thighs clasped around his head. I pressed my throbbing cunt against his mouth as hard as I could.
I could hear my own voice, hoarse and demanding, telling him to, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me now!”
He didn’t delay any longer. He jammed that beautiful tool into my steaming pussy in a single thrust. The wonderful friction stretched the walls of my cunt and the length of my orgasm. Just when I thought I had peaked, his thrusting raised me still higher, until I felt his powerful cock jerk uncontrollably inside me and he cried out hoarsely with pleasure.
I think I passed out for a minute. I had never come like that before. I lay limp and sweaty. But this guy wasn’t through with me. His lips traveled over me again, waking my nipples. His tongue found my pussy and we were off again.
We were delirious with the wild sensations we shared. After the third incredible peak, we lay quiet for a time, until I finally eased my lips and tongue over the head of his thick cock. Amazingly, it rose again, thick-veined, velvet-ridged and ready.
This time I lowered myself on top of it and rode him slowly and steadily, his great knob buried deep inside my juicy pussy walls. He reached up to play with my nipples and then down betw
een my legs to stroke my swollen clitty.
After that, I lost track. All I know is I never had such a wild fuck in my entire life. It wasn’t until I was crouched over him doing a lazy, sleepy 69 that I thought to take my lips away from his juicy cock and ask, “What’s your name?” I could feel his warm breath against my lower lips as he laughed.
“I was taught that it’s impolite to talk with my mouth full of pussy,” he said. It was only when I threatened to stop that he told me his name was Enoch. It turned out that he wasn’t the security guard for the model homes. He was the builder. His terrace was the one where I had the greatest fuck of my life.
I’m going back next weekend. Maybe this time I’ll see more than just the terrace. But I really don’t care.—D.R., San Francisco, California
THEY’RE ROLLING ALONG SINGING A SONG, BUT NOT SIDE BY SIDE
One weekend last year my girlfriend Bernice and I decided to take a three-day vacation. We just wanted to escape from work and worry for a little while. We settled on a little town in Nevada, a pretty spot on the Colorado River. We planned to take old Route 66.
I told Bernie that I’d pick her up after work and we’d shoot off into the night. Her shift ended at eleven at night, so we wouldn’t arrive before three in the morning. All our bags were packed, and I loaded them into my red Chevy pickup. I drove over to pick up Bernie. Bernie’s a perky woman, a real beauty and full of fun and fire. She finished her work, threw her arms up and said, “Hallelujah! Let’s get in the track and go.”
We jumped into the truck and headed off. It was a clear, dark night and the stars were exceptionally bright. Bernie and I had not been dating long, but we had quickly learned to trust one another. We were both divorced, and she had just suffered a hard breakup with a boyfriend, so we were both a little gun-shy. Nonetheless, our relationship had soon become sexual, and we had already enjoyed some great sex.
As we drove through Twenty-nine Palms, Bernie began to tell me about her previous lovers. I found it very exciting to have her tell me about how she used to call her recent lover on the phone and talk dirty to him while he was at work. I tried to imagine what he must have been going through listening to her describe what she had on and how she was going to make him feel when they got together.
