Letters to Penthouse XIII

by Penthouse International

  I knew that he had a lot more sexual experience than I did. He was six years older than I, and had taken my cherry a week after I turned eighteen. We had met when he came in the bank where I work as a junior teller. He asked me out, we had dinner and saw a movie, and the next thing I knew I was back at his apartment in his bed—that same night.

  He was really gentle with me the first time we made love. I had worried that the man who took my virginity would ram his dick inside me as soon as my pants were off and plow away. But Greg took things nice and slow, massaging me all over. He used his hand between my legs to get me ready for my sexual initiation. By the time he put his cock against the lips of my pussy, I was so slippery that he had no trouble at all getting inside my body.

  I would always be grateful to him for making my first fuck so enjoyable. Plenty of other guys had hit on me since then, but he was the only man I wanted. I would do anything for him.

  My feet were killing me as we hiked to what he called “the best lookout spot in three states.” That got me wondering. I poked him with my walking stick and asked, “How many times have you been up here with other trusting, innocent girls, you big creep?” Even though we had a good thing going, I never could stop feeling jealous of the girls he had been with before we met.

  He grinned. “Don’t worry about that, beautiful. All of them were just practice runs, so I would be at peak form when I met you.” Then he picked me up in his strong arms—I am kind of on the petite side—and sprinted the rest of the way to our campsite.

  Greg didn’t wait until our tent was up before showing me what he meant by “peak form.” He spread out our double sleeping bag on the grass like a blanket. He pulled me down onto it beside him. His hands were all over my body, squeezing my tits through my T-shirt and rubbing my pussy through my khaki shorts.

  I get hot really fast when he starts paying that kind of attention to me. I wanted to be naked for him, for my sweet lover. I tugged off my shirt, while he unfastened my belt. I wasn’t wearing a bra; my breasts are small and firm enough that I don’t really need one. That used to bother me, but Greg says he likes my “mouth-sized boobs” just fine.

  He pulled my shorts down, tugging them over my bulky white knee socks and my brand-new hiking shoes. He didn’t pull down my panties. I reached to push them down my narrow hips for him, but he stopped me.

  “Not yet,” he said. “Why don’t you tease me a little first?”

  That is one of the things I love about Greg. He never puts me down or makes fun of me for not knowing much about how to make love. Instead, he teaches me how to please him.

  I assumed that he wanted me to leave my boots and socks on too, since he had not removed them. I felt really kinky wearing only them and my white cotton bikini panties there in the “great outdoors” with him.

  I said, “In that case, you have to lie on your back.” I pushed him backward, so he was lying flat. He put his hands behind his head and smiled, waiting to find out what I would think of next to do.

  I was really, really horny. So what I wanted him to do was fuck me, and soon. But if he wanted to be teased, then I would be happy to show him some teasing, all right.

  I started by rubbing my smooth, bare breasts on the front of his flannel shirt. Then I moved my chest up to his face. I brushed his mouth with one of my little dime-sized nipples. When he tried to suck it, I quickly pulled away. I put my other nipple near his lips. He was faster that time. He managed to give it a good hard suck before I backed off.

  “You like my little titties, don’t you?” I asked. I put my hands behind my head and pushed out my chest, giving him a good look at my freckled A-cup breasts in the afternoon sun.

  “You better believe it,” Greg said. He had told me plenty of times before that day that he thought my small breasts were a lot sexier than the big, sloppy kind older girls have.

  I used my thumbs and index fingers to tug at my nipples while I hovered over Greg’s body. “Do you like these beautiful little buds?” I said. “Aren’t they pretty?” I could feel them getting longer and stiffer as I manipulated them. I loved it when Greg stared at my body the way he was doing. I wanted him to get as horny as I felt.

  He reached up and put his hands on my waist, but I was not finished teasing him yet. “No, no, no!” I said, wagging a finger. “You have to stay right there on your back. I have one more treat for you.”

  I stood and put one of my booted feet on either side of Greg’s head. Then I squatted over his face. My pussy was so wet by then that I knew I was soaking through the material of my panties. I rubbed my covered crotch against Greg’s mouth.

  “Do I smell nice and sweet between my legs?” I asked. “Do you want to give me a kiss down there?”

  That was all Greg could take. He grabbed my hips and raised his head, placing his open mouth over the crotch of my panties. I felt his tongue pressing the cotton crotch up against the groove of my pussy. Then I felt him sucking my cunt right through my underpants.

  I reached down and tugged my panties to the side, wedging the crotch in the crease of one leg and baring my pussy. Greg’s tongue went right up inside my little opening, probing deep. While he ate me, I leaned over his body and unzipped his jeans. His dick was so stiff that I had a hard time getting it out of his fly. When I finally pulled it free, I sucked as much of that thick, veiny cock as I could into my warm mouth.

  We licked and sucked each other until I couldn’t stand it any more. I arched my back and squealed so loud that my cries of pleasure echoed back and forth between the mountains. That got Greg off. His cock started spurting in the direction of my face.

  I put my mouth over it again, sucking and swallowing his sweet come. We lay together for a few minutes after that. I felt so warm and happy and safe that I could have fallen asleep in his arms. But there was something I had to take care of first.

  “I really got to go to the bathroom,” I said. “Or, I mean, to—” I looked around in alarm, a sudden realization dawning on me. “Hey, where the hell is a girl supposed to poop out here in the middle of nowhere?”

  Greg seemed very amused by my predicament. “Just go behind a bush,” he said. “There’s nobody around to see you for miles.”

  “Did you bring any toilet paper?”

  He found a roll in his backpack. I really had to go bad, so I hurried behind a bush and squatted. When I came back, Greg had stripped off all his clothes. He had his dick in his fist, stroking it. His cock already was hard again, even though he had come mere minutes before.

  “Baby, can you tell I’ve missed you?” he said. He gave me a sideways grin as I stood there in my boots, socks and panties, holding a roll of toilet paper in one hand.

  I always had been a little afraid of having anal sex for the first time. I knew that Greg never would hurt me, but the idea of taking his big dick up my butt was scary anyway. Greg had asked me to let him fuck me in the ass a few times before when we were in bed together. When I said that I didn’t think I was ready for that kind of intercourse, he never made a big deal out of it. Still, I knew he wouldn’t want to keep being told “no.”

  As I stood in that clearing facing Greg, I came to a decision. I loved sucking his cock, letting him eat me and opening my legs for him to fuck my little pussy. I decided it was about time for me to break through that one last barrier that stood between me and my complete womanhood. I would give him what he wanted.

  “Are you sure it won’t hurt?” I asked, unable to hide my nervousness. His cock looked huge. I couldn’t imagine how it possibly could fit inside my tiny, virgin butthole.

  “I brought plenty of lube with me,” Greg said. “Don’t worry, I’ll stop if you tell me to. But I don’t think you’ll want me to stop. Just like you didn’t want me to stop the first time I fucked your pretty pussy. Remember?”

  I felt myself turning red. He knew how much I loved it when he fucked and ate my pussy. I had to trust that he would be right about this, too.

  I bit down on a fingernail. Then I
stepped onto the sleeping bag where he was standing. I turned my back to Greg and got down on all fours in front of him, with my butt raised high.

  “Pull down my panties, Greg,” I whispered. “Make love to me the way you’ve always wanted. I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

  I felt him gently easing my small panties down my hips. He left them around my knees. He spread my butt cheeks. I shyly clenched my anus shut tight. I knew Greg had seen my butthole dozens of times before that day, but this was different. Today he was going to put his cock inside it. I felt like a virgin all over again.

  I concentrated on letting it ease open. I heard Greg gasp behind me as he watched that happen. “That’s beautiful, baby,” he said. “Just beautiful.”

  He unscrewed the top of a tube of lube. I looked back and saw him squeezing some onto his fingers. He used those fingers to rub lube all over my tender asshole. One of his fingers dipped inside me. I clenched down on it as it fucked in and out. It felt strange, but kind of good.

  Greg was breathing heavily as he squirted lube onto his cock and greased up its entire length. He got on his knees behind me. I felt the blunt tip of his dick sliding up and down my crack. For a second, I have to admit that I hoped he would stick it in my pussy instead of putting it in my anus.

  But then I felt it pressing against the tight knot of my asshole. He pushed. My mouth dropped open as I felt the head of his dick stretching its way into my tiny tailhole. I grunted as he pushed deeper inside, then deeper. I knew Greg had a big cock, but at that moment it felt as if it had grown to twice its, length—and twice its width too!

  “Ohhhhhh,” I groaned, letting my upper body collapse onto my crossed arms on the sleeping bag. “Oh, my God. It’s so huge. It’s so fucking huge in my ass.”

  “You’re doing great, baby,” Greg said. He was holding on to my hips. He pushed another inch of his hard-on up my ass, then another. When he was all the way in, I felt the head of his cock actually twitch, deep inside my guts. Then Greg started fucking me, sliding his slippery dick in and out of my incredibly tight back hole.

  The two of us were groaning and grunting like a pair of forest animals in heat. I had expected to feel stuffed the first time I had anal sex, but this was about a hundred times more intense than I ever imagined. It was a completely different feeling from regular fucking, even if the mechanics were basically the same. I was totally focused on the feeling of Greg’s dick in my butt. Every other thought and emotion of mine had been shut down. I was nothing more than a living sheath for my man’s hard, pounding cock.

  I barely noticed when Greg reached around to finger my clit while he boned my ass. Subconsciously, though, my body must have registered what he was doing and responded. I soon felt my cunt start spasming with my building climax. When I came, I clamped down so hard on Greg’s dick with my asshole that he shouted and started spurting. His come was hot and thick. It seemed to be shooting all the way through my entire body.

  Greg started to pull his cock out of my ass when he finished coming, but I reached back and held on to his hips. “Don’t, not yet,” I pleaded. “Leave it in just a little longer. I think I like it back there. I think I like it a lot” I wiggled my butt against his crotch in order to emphasize the point.

  Greg turned my face to the side and gave me a long, loving kiss from behind. “You’re a fast learner, aren’t you?” he said. He pushed his cock all the way back inside my asshole again, as deep as it would go, stretching me to my absolute limits.

  “I may be new at this,” I said, trying to sound really slutty. “But it’s not like I’m some babe in the woods.”

  Greg was fucking my butt again by then. He never had gone soft after he came. “Oh, yes you are,” he said. “You most definitely are a beautiful, sexy babe in the woods.”—T.N., Nashville, Tennessee

  Open Season

  STATION WAGONS HAVE LOTS OF ROOM, BUT THESE THREE ONLY NEED THE FRONT SEAT

  My wife and I enjoy reading your magazine, especially the stories about wives fucking other men. However, Jane wonders how many of these women get pregnant by these men. As you will see, she has good reason to wonder.

  Our story begins one evening when I asked Jane to drive me out to a service station some miles away, where I had left my truck to be repaired earlier that day. She was dressed in a short housecoat that zipped from top to bottom, but she decided there was no need for her to change, as she wouldn’t be getting out of her station wagon.

  On the way to the service station we spotted a good friend of mine named Gil walking along the road, carrying a cooler of beer. He was a young man with curly black hair and a hard, trim body, the result of working on farms across the country. He would work in one area for a while, then move on when there was more work elsewhere.

  We stopped and asked Gil if he wanted a ride. He said sure, and got in the front seat with us. I was driving, so Jane moved over toward me to allow him to slide in. As he did, his hand brushed across her breast. Jane smiled and told him to be careful or he would make her horny.

  As we drove along, we drank a few beers, which made us feel pretty good. Gil’s arm was around my wife’s shoulders, his fingertips idly brushing the top of her tit. After a while I could tell that Jane was getting aroused. Her hand was on my cock, stroking it, as Gil’s fingers gradually got a bit bolder with her breasts.

  At one point Gil said he wanted to take a pee, so I stopped the station wagon by the side of the road and he got out. Jane turned to me, and before she could say anything, I took hold of the zipper of her housecoat and pulled it all the way down. The housecoat opened to show me her naked body, and she was so aroused, it didn’t bother her at all. I started rubbing her tits, which got her even more excited.

  When Gil returned to the car, I saw that he had taken all his clothes off and his hard cock was sticking out from his body. Jane’s back was to him, but she knew he was there all right, and she didn’t say a word when I slipped the housecoat off her shoulders, leaving her as naked as he was.

  My fingers went between her legs and began playing with her wet cunt as she put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Then she looked in my eyes and asked if this was really okay with me. “Yes,” I told her. “Go for it.”

  Jane got on her knees on the seat, then reached behind her and grasped Gil’s cock, pulling it toward her waiting pussy. My hand was still playing with her cunt, and I felt his cockhead push through her pussy lips. He gave a groan as he buried himself inside her with one stroke. She hugged me with all her might as he began to fuck her with powerful thrusts.

  I had the feeling that neither of them would last very long under these circumstances. After about ten hard thrusts, Jane began to shake and Gil went rigid as he pumped his seed in my wife’s belly. I felt her body convulsing each time his come spurted in her.

  Gil slowly removed his softening cock from Jane’s pussy. I was about to fuck her myself when we spotted three people on a small hill not far away. I started the station wagon and drove on as Gil and Jane quickly got dressed.

  I picked up my truck at the service station, Gil went on his way, and Jane drove home in the station wagon. As I had to settle some details with the garage owner, she got home long before I did. By the time I arrived, she had showered and was sound asleep. A note was on the table, telling me that she had to leave early the next morning to visit a friend of hers whose mother had passed away unexpectedly. It also said that she had something she had to tell me, and she would call me as soon as possible.

  The next night I had two phone calls. One was from a friend of mine, who said that he and two other friends were hoping to get the same kind of treat that Gil had gotten, and soon. Evidently Gil had been talking. The other call was from Jane, telling me that she would be staying with her friend for a few weeks. She also told me that she had gone off birth control pills about two weeks before she fucked Gil in the truck.

  Jane returned about three weeks later, with the news that she thought she was pregnant. She and I are now
the happy parents of a healthy baby son, with dark, curly hair like Gil’s and we’re happy to have him.

  And what about those other three guys? I’ll have to tell you about that another time.—E.I., Ames, Iowa

  SHE NEEDED MORE THAN HE COULD GIVE HER, SO HE GAVE HER AN IDEA: OTHER MEN

  I met Mona when we were in law school together. She was vivacious, intelligent and strikingly beautiful. At first we were just good friends. We studied together, and sometimes went out with a group of other people to have a few drinks or go to the movies.

  Mona had a great figure and dressed attractively but not provocatively. Though she never made a point of it, it appeared that she was not interested in developing a sexual relationship with any of her classmates. It was not that she was prudish, just a bit standoffish. I, of course, was falling completely in love with her.

  One night we were studying together at her apartment, her roommate having gone home for the weekend. It seemed to me that there was a tension in the air which I had never felt with her before. At one point we were sitting on the couch when I suddenly looked up at her. She had an unfamiliar look in her eyes, one that seemed to be a mixture of desperation and passion. Without thinking, I moved toward her and reached out to embrace her. She returned my embrace, and before I realized what was happening, we were in a deep kiss.

  When we broke, she looked in my eyes and said, “Frank, I love you.”

  That was twenty years ago, and we were married two years later. I went into business with some considerable success, and Mona went to work for a corporate law firm, where she is now a much-respected partner.

  It turned out that Mona’s initial sexual reserve had been something of a self-protective measure. She is a highly passionate lover, with a voracious sexual appetite that has increased over the years. Although she still dresses somewhat conservatively most of the time—at least on the outside— she has become quite an exhibitionist when we go off alone for the weekend or on vacations. She knows that it turns me on, as well as making her feel liberated.