Letters to Penthouse XVII

by Penthouse International

  “Definitely,” I replied. “But I think that it can get even better . . .”

  I turned the car onto a dusty old road that was obviously seldom traveled. It wasn’t the most exotic locale I’d ever seen, but for what we had in mind it would more than suffice. I found a place to park by the side of the road, and the two of us got out of the car. Renee leaned back onto the hood of the car and helped me pull her panties down. To my surprise—and delight—her pussy was clean-shaven, and her pussy lips were already dampened with passion and desire.

  I parted her lips with my fingers, then bent down and placed her firm tan thighs over my shoulders. I started exploring her with my tongue, lapping the length of her glistening gash, licking up and down the sensitive insides of her labia, turning on all of her fiery fuck nerves.

  Arching her back, Renee squirmed as I slid my tongue inside, her juices seeping out into my mouth. I continued to lick her into a lather, absolutely devouring her snatch. Some of her love oils even dribbled down onto the hood of my precious car, and the sight of that moisture glistening on the bright red paint couldn’t have made me any happier!

  I was totally into getting Renee off, and her moans of pleasure told me she knew it. When I sucked her engorged clit between my lips and stroked it with my tongue, she began to lost it. Her orgasm made her cunt spasm with ecstasy, and her bucking body was making my sports car rock up and down while I drove my cock home.

  After she came, Renee slid off the hood, put her feet on the ground, spread her legs far apart and in a breathy, imploring voice gasped out, “Fuck my cunt from behind!”

  I guided my cock into her twat, feeling the slick walls of her pussy expand to take the full girth of my meat. I watched inch after inch disappear into her as I crammed her lust cavern full of my pulsating pole. She rested her head on the car hood, panting hard and begging me to fuck her. She pivoted her hips back into my body as I plunged my dick slowly and steadily in and out of her with strong, deep strokes.

  Talk about being smooth as silk! My cock penetrated her cunt as if it had been greased with a gallon of oil, her muscles sucking and slurping around the big base, trying to hold it prisoner inside her body.

  Soon we were both riding out another incredible climax. A second explosion of semen splashed into her innermost chamber, and I savored the sensation as her pussy contracted around my pulsing shaft.

  Renee rested against the car for several minutes, with my shriveling cock still inside her. After that we drove to a secluded beach where we made love until sunset. It sure took the edge off a potential downer of a weekend.

  Now we’re back at school, counting down the days until next summer, when we plan to celebrate our graduation with an adventure that’s even hotter than this one!—T.U., San Jose, California

  SHE SHARES HER FAVORITE SEXUAL FANTASY WITH THE MYSTERY MAN OF HER DREAMS

  In my favorite sexual fantasy, my lover and I are alone in my secret apartment. He is such a good-looking man, and I love his rugged masculinity. We’ve had a couple of drinks and a couple of hits and are relaxing together on the couch. I am lounging with my legs across his lap as we enjoy some deep passionate kissing. It’s obvious that he’s as sexually attracted to me as I am to him. Our tongues are in each other’s mouth. His lips are slightly full, soft and hard, rough and tender at the same time. He’s such a passionate kisser, and so seductive. I feel myself trying to melt into him.

  In my fantasy his big rugged hands slide down my back and move around to my thighs. Slowly my pants and panties come off. Those hands begin to explore me. I’m helpless before him, in meltdown mode. His touch, much like his kiss, is unbelievably passionate and erotic.

  His fingers explore my secret places below the hairline. One of them slips into me as he tells me how hot and tight my pussy is. I hear myself moan as he finds the tip of my clitoris, circling it, rubbing it. Other fingers move deep inside me, and I cry out as I feel the earth move. The electricity of orgasm begins to shoot throughout my body. I know he can feel my cunt contracting around his fingers. Again and again the muscles of my abdomen and thighs constrict then relax, then constrict again, seeming to burn and then become numb. This prolonged orgasm is unbelievable. I know I’ll still be feeling it the next day.

  I can tell that he’s as turned on as I am. I lean in and kiss his neck hard then start my descent, passionately kissing, nipping, sucking and licking down his chest, over his stomach, all the way to that gorgeous dick of his. I love it so much I could eat it up—which is exactly what I intend to do anyway! It turns me on unbelievably to have his prick in my mouth, my tongue caressing the fat, wide cock-head and tasting the smooth underside.

  We’re on the bed now, both nude. He lies across the sheets as I continue to suck him, the sexual heat building in both of us until I think I can’t restrain myself any longer. He gently pushes me over and goes down on me. His mouth on my pussy, what a sensation! He knows how to do this like no other man I’ve been with. In less than three minutes I orgasm again.

  We both need to fuck now. He mounts and penetrates me with a low moan. I’m moaning too. He fucks me hard and fast, pumping his cock into me, using me as a vehicle for his own pleasure. He bangs me hard and doesn’t stop fucking me until he comes. Knowing what I’ve just given him, I come too. We feel each other pulse and throb. God, my lover is good. Better than good! We fall over in the bed, silent, satisfied and spent.—Name and address withheld

  WHEN SANTA CLAUS VISITS THE HOSPITAL HE GETS A PRESENT FROM A SEXY NURSE

  My wife Betty bought me a Santa suit when our twins were just two. It was only supposed to be for private use at first, for the benefit of our kids and their friends at Christmas. But I work as a medic with our local ambulance squad, and somehow the word got around town that I was a good Santa Claus—even though, back in those days, I needed to use a pillow to round out my stomach. So it was inevitable that someone would make the suggestion that the sick children in the local hospital ward might be cheered up by a visit from jolly old St. Nick.

  The squad did a hasty fundraiser that November and mustered up a bunch of toys through charities, and when Christmas came around there I was, dressed up in suit, hat and fake beard to play Santa Claus for the kids.

  As it happened though, most of the kids had been sent home for the holiday as a result of a last-minute decision by the doctors and administrators, and most of those remaining were too sick to join in any kind of Christmas party. We ended up passing out most of our candy and presents to the luckless nurses and other staff who were stuck working on the holiday.

  As I headed for the men’s room to get out of my costume, I passed one of the trauma rooms and looked inside to find one of the nurses cleaning up. As an emergency medical technician I knew most of the hospital nurses, and this one was Sara, a friendly, earthy and sexy divorcée of about thirty-five who had recently had a child on her own. I went in to say hello, and as she looked at me I immediately realized that I was still in full costume, along with beard and mustache, and that Sara probably didn’t recognize me.

  “Ho ho ho,” I said foolishly.

  Sara smiled warmly, saying, “Well hello there, Santa Claus! It’s so kind of you to make such a long trip just for us here at St. Claire’s. I always knew you were nice, but I never realized you were such a good-looking man, too . . .”

  Back then I didn’t really consider myself to be much of a swinger, and I truly loved my wife. But Sara was looking very sexy in her tight nurse’s uniform, and she obviously had a thing for Santa Claus. Or was it for me? I still wasn’t sure if she knew who I was.

  But that didn’t seem to matter when Sara, looking into my eyes, began to unbutton that white uniform. The buttons ran from her pretty flushed neck to her knees, and she undid them all without saying a word. Then she took her panties off and handed them to me. “Here’s a present for you, Santa,” she said.

  I sniffed her panties like a sommelier sniffs a cork. “Ho ho ho!” I said again, but with a totally different mea
ning.

  Smiling again, Sara hopped up on the cushioned exam table and lifted her shapely legs, parting them and placing her feet into the stirrups.

  Repressing the urge to say “Ho ho ho” yet again, I quickly undid Santa’s drawstring pants and let them fall to the sterile floor. My cock poked straight out of my boxer shorts, but before sticking it in I stuck my face between Nurse Sara’s thighs and started to eat her. That was a mistake. The big white beard and mustache only made her giggle.

  I stood back up, placed each boot flat on the tiled floor and guided Santa’s thick staff into Nurse Sara, sinking it deep and starting the ancient rhythm of love. Sara was soon out of her mind with pleasure. “I’m glad I've been such a good girl this year, Santa,” she gasped. “I just love your present . . . You can come down my chimney any time!” She then proceeded to sing carols of delight as she orgasmed once, and then again, before I filled her with Santa’s sperm.

  My white boxers were soaked with Sara’s girl goo and my own sticky jism. Always the nurse, Sara simply cut my shorts off with a pair of medical shears, then cleaned off my drooping pole with her grateful mouth. She gave it a parting kiss and wished me a Merry Christmas before buttoning up her uniform again.

  After I had changed and rejoined my colleagues, one of them asked me where I’d been for so long. “Just spreading some Christmas cheer,” I replied.

  To this day I don’t know if Sara knew who her Santa was that Christmas.—L.G., Lubbock, Texas

  HE WAS TIRED OF HOLDING THE PHONE TILL A SEXY OPERATOR HAD HIM HOLDING HIS DICK

  All I was trying to do was to straighten out a faulty charge on my credit card. I had dialed the customer service number and had gone through the usual rigmarole—the recorded voice saying press one for this, two for that, on and on and on. I had dutifully made the right choice, then had punched in my credit card number as requested. Then I was on hold, waiting for a “service representative” to come on the line.

  If you’ve ever been there—and who hasn’t—you know what was happening. Or wasn’t. Soft mushy music played in the background, interrupted every minute or so by another disembodied voice informing me that all the representatives were busy, but that my call was very important to them so I should please hold on. Occasionally the message alternated with a recorded pitch for one of the financial services provided by the company (for a slight extra charge, of course). Then it was back to the music.

  I tucked the phone between my neck and my shoulder, leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. The waiting was boring as well as irritating, and for a moment I felt like dozing off. Maybe I did.

  When the music stopped again and the next recorded voice came on I was expecting more of the same and hardly bothered to listen. Until the voice said, “Hello. We apologize for the delay and would like to provide a bit of diversion for you while you’re waiting. My name is Cindy. I have long blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m five feet six inches tall, and my measurements are 36C-24-34.”

  That sure made me listen, all right. What was going on? “Hello?” I said tentatively, just to see if this was a real person. But no, it was a recording like the others. I vaguely wondered if I had somehow been accidentally switched to another kind of service.

  “I’m wearing a tight button-front top,” the voice went on, “and a very short skirt. I like to show off my legs, because I think they’re sexy.”

  I could feel my cock twitching.

  “And a bra and panties, of course,” the recorded Cindy continued. “But you know, I’m feeling very warm, and I’m thinking of taking some of these clothes off. I hope you won’t mind.”

  I didn’t mind. My dick was stiff by them. This sure beat listening to the sales pitch for credit insurance.

  “I’m opening my top,” Cindy said. “Oh, so many buttons. There we go. Oh, my goodness! I forgot—I’m not wearing a bra after all. How silly of me! Oh well, I’ll take this top off anyway. There, that’s better. Do you like my breasts? They’re very firm, aren’t they? And look how long and hard my nipples are. I think I’m getting excited from showing you my body.”

  She wasn’t the only one. I had to open my zipper to give my cock some breathing room. I could picture Cindy and her breasts very clearly, and I wanted to see more. Or rather, I wanted to hear more.

  It was as if she read my mind. “I’m taking my skirt off now,” Cindy said. “Sliding it all the way down my legs. Oh yes, I really am wearing panties! That’s a relief. Although I don’t know why, because you know I’m going to take them off, too, don’t you? Just for you.”

  I was touching my cock by then, but it was throbbing so much that I didn’t dare actually stroke it. I didn’t want to come before I got to see Cindy naked. Hear her naked. Whatever. And I wanted to find out what would happen after that.

  “I’m pushing them down,” Cindy said. “I can feel you watching me. My pussy is shaved, you know. Just let me step out of these panties and I’ll spread my legs so you can get a better look. Then I’ll turn slowly around, so you can see all of me.”

  “Christ,” I said reflexively into the phone. “Damn, I wish you were real, Cindy. Or are you?”

  But Cindy didn’t respond to that. “I know you want to touch me,” her voice said. “It’s all right. Oh, you have such strong hands! Oh yes, I love the way you play with my breasts. Mmmm. Oh yes, oh god, touch me there. Ahhh . . . Oh, darling . . . Kiss me, please.”

  I was stroking myself by then, and I couldn’t help it. The voice was moaning and panting in my ear, and I could truly imagine the smooth softness of her flesh.

  “I’m ready, darling,” she murmured. And then she said, “If you would like vaginal sex, please press one now. If you want oral sex, press two. If anal sex, press three. For other preferences, press zero.”

  For a moment I was strongly tempted to press zero and see what “other preferences” were available, but I passed that up. And oral sex certainly sounded appealing, but maybe I could get back to that later. What I really wanted was to fuck her and have her fuck me. I pressed one.

  Cindy’s voice came on immediately. “Oh darling,” it said. “I want you so much! Come lie down with me. Oh, you’re so strong and handsome! And god, what a big cock you have! I just can’t wait to have it inside me. Kiss my tits, baby, that’s it. Oh, yeah. Oh, darling. I’m spreading my legs for you, sweetie. Come on, put it in me. Please, baby, give it to me now!”

  My hand was wrapped around my dick and moving up and down, but I was still trying to keep myself under control. It wasn’t easy.

  “Oh yes!” Cindy gasped. “Yes, yes, I can feel you going into me! Oh, it’s so good! Give me more, darling, please. More. Ahhh. Mmmm. Deeper, baby. Oh god! Let me wrap my legs around you. Does it feel good, baby? Does it feel good for you too? Yes, do it to me, baby. Fuck me. Fuck Cindy. Fuck me till I scream!”

  I thought I might scream myself. My breathing was fast and hard. It wasn’t my hand that was pumping my cock any more, it was Cindy’s cunt. Her soft, warm, velvety, moist, squirmy, wonderful cunt.

  “I’m getting close, baby,” Cindy panted. “It’s gonna happen for me now. Do it harder! Yes, pound the hell out of me! Give me all you’ve got! Shoot it into me, baby, fill me up with your sperm!”

  I was feeling it all then, the curvy naked body twisting under me, the legs clamped around me, pulling at me, the pussy clutching my dick. I was ready to shoot any second.

  “Now, sweetie! Yes, oh god! It’s coming . . . I’m . . . I’m . . . Oh god, I’m coming right now . . .”

  And at that moment Cindy’s voice cut out, and I was startled—and perhaps jostled awake—by the sound of ringing on the other end of the line. After two rings the phone was picked up, and a male voice said, “Hi. Thank you for calling the Credit Trust Company. My name is Jim. How may I help you?”

  I found myself blinking. “Um . . .” I said confusedly. “Uh . . . I, um, I was just . . . I was just on hold with . . . I mean . . .”

  “Yes, sir, we apologize for the dela
y,” Jim said. “We have an unusually large volume of customer calls today. How may I help you, sir?”

  “I, uh, I don’t suppose you could put me back on hold, could you?” I said.

  Jim sounded surprised, as well he might. “I must say this is the first time I’ve ever taken a request like that, sir,” he said.

  “Oh, never mind,” I said, and proceeded to explain why I had originally called.

  After I had finished talking to Jim and hung up, I redialed the customer service number on an impulse, hoping against hope that I might encounter Cindy again. But this time I was kept on hold for only about five minutes before getting through.

  Damn!—N.R., Augusta, Maine

  INSIDE LADY LIBERTY THEY STRUCK A BLOW FOR FREEDOM—SEXUAL FREEDOM

  My online lover and I finally decided to meet while I was paying a visit to my sister, who lives just outside of New York City. We arranged to meet in the city, near the ferry boats that go to the Statue of Liberty.

  I got there first, and was looking around to see if I could pick him out of the crowd, when someone came up behind me and gently picked up my hair, kissed my neck and whispered, “Hello, Sally.” I quickly turned around, and he took me in his arms and gave me a long, loving kiss. It was all so romantic!

  We found a seat on the back of the ferry, where we could be alone. It was a weekday, and there were not too many people on the boat. We sat there cuddling, enjoying the sweet breeze off the water, just being together. His arm was around me, holding me close, and I had my head on his shoulder and was lightly rubbing his leg. After a minute I noticed that my rubbing his leg was getting him excited. As for me, I had been excited from the moment he had said hello.

  A sudden feeling of boldness came over me. I whispered into his ear, telling him to let me know if anyone started to come back where we were. Then, slowly, I got onto my knees on the floor of the boat, between our seat and the one in front of us. I unzipped his pants and released his now hard manhood. I could feel him tense up at first, both with anticipation and with nervousness. But as I slowly circled the head of his cock with my tongue, I felt him start to relax and enjoy the moment.