Letters to Penthouse XII

by Letters to Penthouse XII- It Just Gets Hotter (epub)

  Fortunately for me, she felt the same way I did about our budding love. She wrote me letters while I was over in Korea to let me know that I had started a fire in her, adding that I would have to come home and take care of the flame I had kindled. Strangely enough, being separated only made that fire burn more intensely. While I was in Korea something happened between us. We fell in love with each other. I couldn’t wait to get home.

  But when I landed at the airport, Carla was nowhere to be found. Even though I didn’t feel much like celebrating, I went to the welcome-home ceremony anyway. As soon as the speeches and niceties were over I started to walk out of the building.

  When I reached the front door, Carla was there waiting for me. Her boss hadn’t let her off to meet me any sooner. We walked slowly toward each other but we met with a crash and embraced. She gave me a small kiss, and we walked to her car. When we got to a point where nobody could see us, we smothered each other in the kind of passionate kisses which I had wanted for so long.

  We drove to her new apartment, which was a surprise to me because she hadn’t told me she’d moved. She opened the door and I quickly swept her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. Unfortunately, not soon afterward she had to head back to work again. So after getting me all hot and hard she told me I was going to have to wait a little longer to be with her.

  I took her to work and ran some personal errands, all the while thinking about what we were going to do together. I went back to the apartment to take a shower. The whole time I was soaping myself, my dick was so hard I thought that it was going to explode in my hand. I didn’t want to jerk myself off, though, because I wanted to keep every drop I’d been saving up for her.

  She returned from work at six o’clock. Not even stopping to make out this time, we went straight to the bedroom and before we knew it we were naked (I couldn’t tell you if she undressed herself or if I did it). It was the first time I’d really touched her, and her pussy was dripping wet. It was also the first time I’d seen her naked. It was our first time for everything, and it was the best first time either one of us ever had.

  Carla started licking my nipples and worked her way down my stomach till she got to my cock. She quickly took it between her lips and swallowed it down. All my dreams were coming true at last. Her mouth was so hot it felt like a warm, inviting pussy. As her head bobbed up and down on my dick, I felt like I was fucking her except that she did all the work; all I was doing was going to heaven in a hand basket.

  Carla noticed that I was about to come. “I want your come deep within me,” she said. She got up and lay on her back, spreading her legs and beckoning me in. As I leaned to thrust my cock into her, she raised her hips to meet mine. She was so responsive. We were instantly in a rhythm like we knew just what the other one wanted.

  The room was getting a bit warm, and I got a little dizzy. I thought it was probably jet lag, but then I realized that it was probably all the blood that had flowed to my cock! I began pushing harder and within a short time I released the first of many orgasms that both of us would share that night.

  Ever since then, we’ve made love every day. We’ve experimented with many sexual positions and have gotten into oral and anal sex as well. As I write this letter we practically haven’t slept for three days and nights. I’ve been the happiest and the most satisfied than that there is.—G.G., San Antonio, Texas

  A LESSON IN LOVE FROM A WOMAN WHO’S BEEN THERE

  The following story reflects an important lesson I once learned. One beautiful afternoon I was lying outside getting a suntan on my back porch, and I fell asleep—too many hours at the office, too many drinks the night before. It was no big deal except that I was lying out in the nude. I didn’t wind up getting burned in the wrong place, but what happened was even more embarrassing. My neighbor Brenda, who lives a few doors up from me, was looking for her dog and she came into my backyard. I was so tired I didn’t even hear her call the dog’s name, and it wasn’t until I heard a scream (of surprise, apparently) that I awoke. I jumped up in shock and stupor and asked her what was going on.

  “Well, uh, I was just looking for Rodney,” she told me. “I can’t seem to find him anywhere.”

  “Oh well,” I said, looking around, “Rodney doesn’t seem to be anywhere around here: And I…” It was at that instant that I finally realized that I was naked and quickly turned around, reaching for a towel.

  “That’s all right I’ve seen it all before. Remember, I have two sons.”

  “Well, sure, but I should be more decent” I replied. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shock you.”

  “Oh no, you didn’t. I was just surprised, that’s all,” she said, before walking up the stairs to the back porch where I was sitting. “Please, sit down, don’t be embarrassed. It’s my fault for invading your privacy. I’m very sorry. It’s just that stupid dog. He’s always running away.”

  “Yeah, dogs will do that,” I said, sitting back down. I reached over and took a sip of my drink, which had once been cold. I considered going in and getting some ice to freshen it up, and offered to fix one for her too. She declined, but said, “You were probably all relaxed and resting when I bothered you. Please, lie down. I’ll be on my way.”

  “No, no, that’s okay,” I said, but I was tired, so in fact I did lie back down. We continued talking about odd things, neighborhood gossip and such, and then she mentioned that I looked red.

  “I’m not burning, am I?” I asked.

  “No, not yet, but you should put on some lotion,” Brenda replied. “Here, I’ll put it on for you.” And before I could say anything she was squirting lotion on her hands, rubbing them together to get it warm and moving over, next to me.

  “Uh, thanks,” I said, not really sure what was going on. I mean, sure, she was a woman, but frankly I had never really noticed her much before. She was always dressed in some kind of loose-fitting outfit like casual clothes or a workout suit or sweats. But she had soft, warm hands, and she started rubbing lotion on my arms and shoulders, so I soon forgot any concerns. We continued talking as she applied more lotion to my chest and other arm and gradually worked her way down. Soon she was rubbing lotion into my stomach.

  As her hands circled my stomach they got closer and closer to the towel that I had wrapped around my waist Slowly, as her hands continued circling and rubbing, they also drifted lower and lower until they started slipping under the towel and down over my abdomen. Also lying on my abdomen was my cock, which has a mind of its own.

  By the time Brenda’s hand moved that far down, my cock had risen up and had poked up high enough that her hand was actually sliding underneath it. The top of her hand was grazing the top of my dick, and I was now sporting a full boner. I really didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t sure how aware she was of what was happening, so I kept quiet. She was quiet, too, and took her hands off me to apply more lotion.

  When she had more lotion on her hands, she said. “Well, you certainly don’t want to get any bad sunburn down here,” and with that she pulled off the towel. I was speechless as she started to run her lotion-covered hands all over my cock. It really didn’t take very long; the combination of the warm sun, her slippery hands and the simple fact that it had been months since a woman touched me all added up to pure pleasure. Soon I was squirting come all over the two of us. I spurted several long, thick streams, but neither of us made a sound until she stopped, wiped off her hands with the towel and got up to leave.

  “Are you going?” I asked, barely able to speak.

  “Yes. I need to go home and make dinner,” she said.

  “Well I, uh, I don’t know what to say,” I said. “Thanks, I guess.”

  “My pleasure,” she said, and with that she started skipping down the stairs and back home. I didn’t know what to think of it all, so I just cleaned up, went inside to take a shower and, quite frankly, went to bed and slept.

  I took the next day off from work. As I was making my breakfast I thought about what had happe
ned the day before, but I really didn’t know what to do about it. I wondered if I should apologize to Brenda the next time I saw her. I felt like I should have said something more to her before she left. I worked around the house until it got warm, and then I went outside to lie in the sun again. I planned ahead this time and put the lotion on before I lay down. I wasn’t tired, so I didn’t worry about falling asleep.

  About an hour later I heard footsteps. When I opened my eyes, Brenda was smiling up at me.

  “Hi, neighbor,” she said, smiling cheerily.

  “Hi! Come on up,” I said, covering myself up with a towel again.

  “Oh don’t worry about that,” she said, giggling. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before. And I’m not talking about my kids this time.”

  “Yeah, I felt bad about that yesterday,” I said.

  “You felt bad?” she asked. “You were supposed to feel good.”

  “No, that’s not what I meant. It’s just that you left before I could say anything.”

  “No, don’t worry about that,” she said. “I really was sort of embarrassed myself. I shouldn’t have just done that like that. I’m sorry, I just wanted to see you. I mean, I was curious and I wanted to see you come.” She stopped, obviously embarrassed again.

  “Okay. Well, I did. I mean, I did enjoy it. Thanks.” I didn’t know what else to say. She seemed too embarrassed to discuss it, yet she was obviously a mature woman with children, and sex was no stranger to her. I grew bold. “What about your husband?” I asked. “I mean, you could have done it with him, I guess.”

  “No, he and I really haven’t communicated much for well over a year. It’s not like it used to be, and I really don’t feel comfortable with him anymore. So no, I guess not.”

  I didn’t know exactly what she meant, but I could tell she was ill at ease, so I dropped it I lay back on the lounge and changed the subject. She and I spoke for what was probably over an hour, about a lot of different things. As we talked she became more comfortable with me. After we’d beat around the bush about as much as two people can, Brenda began to tell me about her marriage and her deteriorating sex life.

  As I lay there listening, I realized that she was a very kind, gentle and considerate person. Her husband, like most men, concentrated too much on her appearance—and how it wasn’t getting any better with age. When they did have sex, he was all pump-and-shoot and didn’t think about the person underneath him. Lying there with my eyes closed, my opinion of her wasn’t formed by her looks, but by her mind.

  But her mind wasn’t quite the person that I thought it was. As she was telling me about her dissatisfaction with her husband I looked over at her. I discovered that while we had been talking she had removed most of her clothes and was lying on her stomach in just her panties. I hadn’t noticed until then how hot it had become, and I guess she felt like shedding her bulky sweats.

  “You could probably use some lotion,” I said, with what I hoped was a sly smile, and slid my chair over next to her so I could put some lotion on her legs and back. I warmed it up with my hands, just as she had done, and gently rubbed it on her legs, then up her back and shoulders. I didn’t intend to make it a sexual come-on, so I deliberately stayed away from her ass. That didn’t stop me from looking at her ass, though, it just stopped me from rubbing lotion on it.

  As I continued, Brenda started to enjoy the backrub and stopped talking. I rubbed her shoulder blades and she asked me to move down. I moved to her lower back, working the oil into the flesh below her ribs, slipping around a little toward her stomach. Once more she asked me to move down. Obviously I was going to be rubbing her ass soon, so I slipped my hands under her panties and started rubbing her butt. It was actually a nice butt, not young and firm like the ones we all see in the pages of Penthouse Letters, but nice in its own way. She started to moan softly, and I could tell that she was getting turned on.

  As I continued rubbing, slipping my hands under the band of her panties, she lifted her hips up slightly. After a few seconds of this, I finally got the message and slipped them off her. She gave a soft sigh, and I continued my massage. It occurred to me that she was probably looking for some payback for yesterday, so I slowly moved my hands and fingers down toward her pussy. When I reached it at last, she was as wet as anyone could hope for. I gently slipped a finger inside her and ran my other hand underneath her tummy to massage her clit. She started to hump my one hand and grind down on my other.

  In my experience, women had always taken a long time to get off when I stimulate them manually, but within seconds Brenda’s body shuddered as she came. I lightened up my caresses, knowing how sensitive a woman can become after orgasm, and she rolled over on her back.

  By this time I had lost my towel and my erection was clearly evident. She smiled up at me and reached out her hands. I smiled back, leaned over and gave her a kiss. I then sat back up and said, “I haven’t finished applying your lotion. We don’t want you to get burned, right?” Once again I started to apply the warm lotion, starting with her stomach and moving up to gently caress her breasts. They were large, soft, tender breasts, with stretch marks, but that did not take away from their beauty. They were glorious globes to behold.

  She and I were both truly enjoying the massage, and I moved up to get closer—so close that I was sitting between her legs. She felt me move and wrapped her legs around me. I continued to massage her breasts and stomach and could feel her legs drawing me closer. I looked down and saw that my cock was only a few inches from her pussy. She smiled at me, and we both knew what was going to happen.

  I moved again, positioning myself before her glistening tunnel of love. Slowly, gently, I entered her. As I did, she let out a soft moan. I followed with a slightly louder moan. Together we started to make love beautifully. There was nothing compulsive or wild in our movements. We were two adults doing what we wanted to. Under the hot sun, on a quiet afternoon, with the breeze gently blowing through the trees, we slowly but surely both reached our climax, coming almost at the same time.

  We lay there together, covered in sweat and suntan lotion, and talked for a few more minutes. She thanked me, I thanked her and we both continued on with our lives. She stayed with her husband and kids, and I went on to realize that there is more to a woman than just her physical beauty.—R.D., Joplin, Missouri

  SOMETIMES EVEN CONS GET LUCKY AND FIND HOT LOVE

  I am currently in prison. My wife left me right before we were supposed to have our first conjugal visit. And in the divorce, that’s all she left me—doing twelve-to-life with no chance of sex.

  I put an ad in a swinger’s magazine looking for an exhibitionist who wasn’t afraid of having sex in public. I did it more or less as a goof; I guess you could say I’ve got some spare time on my hands. To my surprise, a girl named Kirin answered my ad. We sent each other some letters, and she wrote that she was going to come up to see me. I didn’t sleep for days knowing she was on her way. I wanted to look my best and took a cold shower before she arrived, so I wouldn’t look tired.

  Not only was she an exhibitionist, she was a knockout, with long blonde hair and a body that even the correction officers were admiring. The CO’s here are pretty cool when it comes to guys getting onto the visit floor—even though there’s not supposed to be any physical contact—so Kirin and I were able to meet before we sat down.

  She sat down after we kissed hello. Did I say kiss? Jesus, she stuck her tongue right down my throat Some women meet prisoners just to see what it’s like, but once they see the reality of prison life they get real nervous and just want to get out of there. She wasn’t like that I was impressed, and boy, was I hard.

  Kirin sat down and we were talking for a while, then she started to make some sexy motions with her nice, long legs. She spread her legs apart, slowly looking around the room to make sure that no one else was paying too much attention. She wanted to show me that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. God, I was in heaven. This girl was the first piece of good
luck I’d had in a long time, and she made me forget about all the bad luck I’d had.

  She put her finger into her pussy, then lazily stuck her finger in my mouth. I thought I’d come right then and there. She tasted so sweet I knew I just had to lick her. I bent forward and stuck my tongue inside her. I didn’t care what happened to me if the CO’s caught me than, I came all over myself before I even started moving my tongue.

  I didn’t care if they took me out of there in handcuffs. I had to fuck this girl. We went out on the veranda over a little yard where inmates can stand with their visitors, have a smoke and talk. We went into the corner and she leaned back on me. I had my back against the wall, literally. I worked her dress up till I could see her little pussy. Man, I was rock-hard again already, and Kirin was wet—very wet. My cock slipped right in.

  I couldn’t believe it. Somebody pinch me, I thought but not until I get off with this beautiful fantasy girl. She bent forward, pushed her pussy back hard and rubbed up against me. I grabbed her waist and thrust into her heavenly chute maybe ten times before I came like a fire hose. I rubbed her nipples like a madman, and she came.

  After we finished, a few of my associates clapped and whistled. They love to talk about it back on the block. So do I, you know? I’m a lucky than at last.

  I’ve seen Kirin a few times since then. When we get together it’s like we’re on stage, and the audience really loves the show. Even the CO’s tell me I’m a lucky convict. Top that!—P.K., Attleboro, Massachusetts

  SOME STRAIGHT-UP TALK ABOUT A STALKER GETTING THE STALK

  I was having one of the best fucks of my life with my new girlfriend Tricia when I got a hell of a surprise. We were balling on a queen-size featherbed at her family’s beach cottage. Tricia had her own set of keys to the place, and we were there without her parents’ knowledge. That just made our little lovefest all the sweeter, of course.