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Letters to Penthouse XXVII

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by Penthouse International


  —S.U., Houston, Texas

  SHE WAS A TRASH COLLECTOR, BUT HER TRYST IN THE

  MEN’S LOCKER WASN’T GARBAGE

  Being a female garbage collector isn’t easy. I am always being hit on by my coworkers, most of whom I have no interest in. But with Gil it was different.

  As I returned to the yard late one night after my shift, my pager went off. To my surprise, the caller was Gil, a luscious guy who I saw only rarely in the course of the job, but who I craved in every possible way. I figured he had some work-related inquiry, but when I returned his call I was amazed to hear him say, “Hey, want to come watch me shower?”

  I laughed out loud and said, “No thanks, the men’s locker room is the last place I want to be caught in.”

  “No, it’s okay,” he came back. “I got rid of everybody. Just meet me around back.”

  I didn’t answer, but my body was charged with sexual curiosity and a sort of helpless abandon. My truck seemed to be on autopilot as I drove around to the locker room, and my mind was in a ferment. I was wavering between the fear of being caught and the fear of missing out. This guy was so perfect! As I parked the truck and got out, I felt a kind of craziness come over me.

  I was almost shaking as I walked to the rear door and rapped softly, half hoping he might not hear me, and I could run away. But then the door opened, and Gil stood before me with a white towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled reassuringly and took my hand.

  I’d never had occasion to be inside the men’s locker room before, but it looked just the way you might expect it to. I glanced around, avoiding eye contact with Gil, and telling myself I was looking for a way out. But I really didn’t want to leave.

  We never spoke as he ushered me into the shower area and leaned me up against the wall. He was even taller than I had thought, and his domineering approach appealed to me. His body was beautiful, and I felt free to scan every inch of him as he turned his back to me. My jaw dropped along with his towel. He had perfect, deeply tanned skin, tight, well-worked, clearly defined muscles, and thick, powerful legs.

  As he lathered himself up it was plain to see that he enjoyed his perfect body as much as I did. I hungered to see his cock, which he playfully withheld from my view. My nipples hardened, anticipating my first glimpse of it. He still kept his back to me, and as he began to rinse off I could tell he was stroking his dick. His strokes were long, and I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed. Finally he turned to offer me a side view, posing as he flexed his thick muscles. Then he started stroking again, working his big cock up to greater and greater length. I was salivating—in fact, I may have been drooling. His dick was easily nine or ten inches, nice and thick, and still filling out as the blood pumped into it. My pussy was soaking wet as I enjoyed this visual pleasure.

  Now he was watching me too. My hand slipped into my pants, and my fingers slid around my swollen clit and in and out of my wet hole. It wasn’t going to take much for me to come, and I could see that he was enjoying my wantonness. Pulling me to him, he quickly laid me down on the puddled floor. I was still in my uniform, and I could feel the water soaking through my pants. For a second I remembered where I was, but now the thought of being caught just turned me on all the more.

  Gil ran his fingers through my hair, and as they met at the back of my head he thrust his cock deeply into my mouth. It tasted so good! He held my head away from the wet floor as he proceeded to fuck my mouth, but I could feel the overspray from the shower hitting my face. I’d have loved to finish him off, but I couldn’t take all of him. I pulled back and began working him at a slower, softer pace, my tongue melting over the shaft of his hot, savory penis. Approaching his climax he moaned and began to thrust harder. My hand was rubbing my clit, turning my pussy instantly into a throbbing, liquid gusher. His cock was so perfect, I wanted to suck it forever.

  In short order he filled my mouth with sweet, hot come. I could have sucked down a gallon of it. I wanted to bathe in it. He finally pulled out, but to my delight he had still not lost his erection. But we both knew we were pressing our luck. I didn’t bother tidying up, because I knew I looked so wrecked it was pointless. But I didn’t care. We said good night as I sneaked back out the rear door. They were the first words we’d said to each other since I got there.

  —Name and address withheld

  SHE MONITORED THE EFFECT OF SEXUAL AROUSAL

  ON HER HANDSOME CARDIAC PATIENT

  As a cardiac rehab nurse, I mainly work with older men and women after their heart surgery. I consult with them about maintaining a healthy diet, and put them through an exercise routine once a week for six weeks, using a heart monitor and keeping track of their post-operation recovery progress.

  My only complaint about the job is that it’s not the best situation in which to meet young and handsome single men. However, I recently had a male patient who was only forty, in good shape and very good-looking. I guess the stress of running his own business had gotten to him. Over the weeks of therapy we flirted back and forth; and finally, on his last day of exercise, I decided to make my move. I had always wanted to see the effects of sexual arousal on a patient while he was still attached to the heart monitor.

  I had scheduled Dan to be the last patient of the day on a Friday. Everyone always tried to leave the clinic early on Fridays, so I knew I would be left alone to lock up.

  As Dan was going through his routine we flirted even more than usual, and eventually the conversation got around to sex and its good effects on the heart. (I may have initiated this topic.) As we were talking I noticed that Dan had a large bulge in his sweatpants. I told him his heart rate was excellent, and instructed him to keep working on the treadmill as I quickly went to lock the front door.

  Upon returning I stopped the treadmill, and then slowly removed his sweatpants. Out popped the biggest penis I had ever seen. I didn’t know if I could get it in my mouth, but there was only one way to find out. Dan made no move to stop me as I knelt down in front of him. I began by licking the sides and stroking the tip with my tongue. With one hand I massaged his balls as I began to suck on the enormous head. I looked up at the heart monitor and saw that his heartbeat was rapidly accelerating, but was strong and steady, just as it should be. He began to moan more and more loudly as I went down on his tool. His heart was soon racing, just as if he was still on the treadmill. He was doing fine, and so was I.

  There was no way I was going to get his whole cock down my throat, but I knew I could get him to come, and I wasn’t going to miss a drop. As I took as much of his tool as I could into my mouth, he grunted and shot his sperm down my throat. It was unbelievable!

  As his heart rate returned to normal, Dan grinned and said, “Let me return the favor.” He unhooked his monitors and pulled me to my feet, then removed my scrub top and started sucking on my erect nipples. It sent shivers through my spine. He sucked on my large boobs and played with them until my panties were soaking with moisture.

  Dan then led me over to a huge exercise ball that stood in a corner of the room. He pushed me back on the ball and removed my scrub bottoms, kissing and licking his way to my soaking-wet panties. He got on his knees and removed my panties. As my back arched over the exercise ball, he rolled the ball back slightly, so my pussy was within reach of his tongue. My loins were aching with desire. He licked my inner thighs and my clitoris, moving the ball back and forth to add to his tonguing motion. In a minute I came like I never had before!

  Dan now stood up, and I saw that his dick was erect again. He had me bring my knees up, and rolled the ball back farther so he could enter me. My head was almost touching the ground, but the arch of my body on the ball made it perfect for his purpose. He entered me ever so slowly at first, working his huge cock in an inch at a time. Man, I could feel his member stretching me open, and I wondered if it would all fit. He used the motion of the ball to move his penis in and out, finally plunging it to the hilt.

  At first he fucked me with long, slow strokes, pushing the ball
back and forth. It was unbelievable. I knew I couldn’t last much longer; his huge cock was driving me insane with desire. I wanted him to come with me, and I told him so. The rolling motion got faster and faster as Dan told me he was going to spew inside me. The two of us exploded together, and it was like nothing I had experienced before.

  After we rested for a while, I noticed that Dan was erect yet again. I told him that a certain amount of sexual activity was good therapy, but that he should be careful about overdoing it. Dan just grinned and said he’d never felt better in his life.

  Then he indicated a smaller exercise ball, this one about knee high, and told me to lie over it on my stomach. As I did so, my hands easily touched the ground. Dan straddled both the ball and me, and with his dick resting on my butt crack he spread my legs, then slid his cock to the opening of my soaking-wet vagina. Teasingly, he told me it was my turn to do the work. He told me to rotate the ball by pushing with my hands against the floor. That way the pace would be up to me.

  As I began to push I felt his penis enter me, much more easily this time. I pushed back until I knew he was in all the way. I enjoyed controlling the length and pace of the strokes, but my desire to come was overwhelming, and my motions became faster and faster. I could hear his balls slapping against the exercise ball. Then he started talking, telling me I was one horny nurse, and that my cunt was fantastic, so hot and tight. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I screamed as I orgasmed.

  Dan grabbed my hips and continued to stroke inside me. “You’re going to come again,” he panted. “With my big dick inside your hot box.” He was pounding his cock into me with fast, furious stokes. I could feel him slamming against my ass and vagina, and before I knew it I was orgasming again. I cried out with joy as he shot his hot come into my quivering hole. Then I just collapsed around the ball. This was the best sex I’d ever had.

  We both dressed and cleaned up. This was Dan’s last official therapy session, but he asked if we could continue on an unofficial basis, and I replied with a definite yes. Since that time we have been using the equipment at the clinic after hours, on a weekly basis. The exercise is definitely keeping both our hearts in good aerobic order!

  —C.J., San Diego, California

  IT TOOK THEM A WHILE TO GET TOGETHER,

  BUT WHEN THEY DID, THE SPARKS REALLY FLEW

  I first met Russell when he was going to school with my husband. We met at a few social functions, and I thought he was a hottie; but I was married then, and he seemed like such a proper young man. I never would have imagined in a million years what amazing sex we would end up having.

  After I had separated from my husband I happened to run into Russell at a local nightclub. Much to my surprise, when he said hello to me he put his hand, ever so gently, on the curve of my back. His touch sent an electric shock up and down my spine, and I felt my whole body wake up. My nipples tingled and I started to feel warm, though I only smiled politely and made small talk. He had gotten my attention and made me wonder what it would be like to fuck him; but at that point I was deep into the disgust-for-the-opposite-sex phase of post-breakup syndrome—you know, the phase where you swear to all your friends that you are going to be alone forever, and you are done with all the bullshit of romance, and you can live without sex. Of course, after you have been alone for a while, this passes pretty quickly.

  I didn’t see him again for another two years. Although I didn’t really know him well at all, every once in a while I would find myself thinking about that fine young thing, and I would get shivers up and down my spine. I wondered where he was, what he was doing, and if I was ever going to see him again. I thought that if I did, I wouldn’t let him get away so easily.

  When I finally saw him again, it was a Friday night. I was out with friends, drinking and dancing. I was flying to Europe that Monday for two weeks, and was high with excitement. I was just coming off the dance floor when I saw someone watching me. I didn’t even recognize him at first. Then I did, and my heart raced as he came over to me. We danced and flirted, and when it was time to go home I asked him if he would like to see the house I had just bought. Yes, he said, he would.

  At my house, we sat on the couch, and soon we were kissing. Once the ice was broken, there were no more games. I invited him upstairs, and he followed me. Halfway up the stairs he grabbed me from behind, pushing his hard prick against my ass. His hands began to explore my body through my clothes. Then he stroked my long blonde hair and gazed into my eyes just long enough to let me know he was interested. I nearly fainted with desire. I wanted him to have his way with me.

  He turned me around, and, looking right into my eyes, he began removing my clothes. When I tried to help he gently pushed my hands away. He laid me down on the carpeted stairs, wearing only my thong panties. Then he got naked himself. His beautiful cock was long and hard, and ready to go. I wanted to taste it, to feel it in my mouth, but he had his own ideas. He slid his warm hands down my body and started pulling off my panties.

  He made a big production of it, sliding the scanty garment slowly down my long legs, his hands trailing over my flesh. When they were off he spread my legs apart, exposing my throbbing pussy. He got on top of me and teased me a bit, rubbing my swollen clit with his cockhead, sliding his shaft up and down inside my wet cunt lips, driving me wild with wanting him.

  The way I was positioned, lying on the stairs, gave him the perfect angle. With no effort at all the head of his penis slipped inside my soft hole, and with one deep thrust he filled me up. As he did he looked into my eyes, stroking my body with one hand, the other underneath my ass. All I could do was moan with satisfaction, absolutely lost in the excitement of it. It had been a long time since I’d had my G-spot stroked so thoroughly. He rode me like this for a while, with long deep thrusts of his cock and an intense look of pleasure on his face.

  After a while he pulled out and turned me over onto my stomach. I crouched on hands and knees, my body on a slant there on the stairs, as he started fucking me from behind. I tightened my muscles, squeezing his cock, so that he had to push hard to get all the way in. He would pull back so that the tip of his dick was just touching my cunt, pause for a second, then push in again. He moaned each time he pushed back into my tight pussy, my cunt muscles resisting his penetration even as I longed for it. Tiring of that, I relaxed my body, letting my cunt go open and soft. Russell buried his cock inside me, groaning. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard and fast, his movements getting shorter and quicker as he got more excited. He came inside me, but didn’t stop fucking me right away. He kept thrusting and moaning as his cock got softer.

  When he pulled out I stood up and led him upstairs to my bedroom. This time it was my turn to be in charge. I laid him out on my bed and took his cock in my mouth. I licked that cock all over, getting it nice and wet and warm. I sucked on him, loving it, feeling his prick getting harder and bigger as I stroked him and licked him until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Too horny now to even pretend to be shy, I climbed on and slid down on top of him. His eyes rolled back in his head as I rode him hard, driving myself toward another wildly intense orgasm.

  The combination of his nice long pole tweaking my G-spot and my clit rubbing against his body is what sent me over the edge. I rode him with my pussy clenched around him, grinding up and down on him, each stroke a little sweeter than the last. As I felt myself starting to come. I grabbed his chest, hanging on, pumping my body, rubbing my cunt harder and harder against him. Moaning, I came on him, my movements getting slower and my cries getting louder as my body exploded in white light, and then went weak with glowing pleasure.

  Russell let me enjoy it for a few moments, and then he started moving under me. Almost immediately I felt the beginnings of another climax. “Oh God!” I said. “You are going to make me come again!” My words seemed to set him off too, and we climaxed together, fucking as hard and as fast as we could until our bodies gave out.

  The next day we said our good-byes, both of us a little da
zed by what had happened. Russell went back to his life and I went on my vacation. I didn’t even know when I was going to see him again.

  I had two of the best weeks of my life in Europe. I drank beer with friends in Germany, partied in Amsterdam, and got cultured in Paris. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Russell. I felt I could still feel him in the intimate parts of my body. And I wanted him again. I was distracted with thoughts of him, and by the time I got home I was so horny I was worse off than before I got laid.

  The first thing I did at home was check my calls. Much to my delight, Russell had gotten my number from mutual friends and had tried to call me several times. Excitedly I called him back, and we made plans to meet the next day after work.

  Driving to meet him, I was so nervous I felt like a schoolgirl. I had prettied myself up and was wearing my shortest, sexiest sundress, tiny panties, and nothing else. When we saw each other we embraced and started kissing passionately. “I have been thinking about you,” he said. I told him I knew what he meant.

  He drove us down to a deserted spot by the river. It was beautiful—blue sky, gentle river, warm sand. He spread out a blanket and we got cozy. We had missed each other so much that it only took a bit of kissing and petting to get us started. His hands went under my dress and found my clit. He rubbed me through my panties, teasing me, feeling my moist pussy, so ready for him. He removed the panties, then opened his pants, and soon found my sweet spot with his dick. I was so wet that he slid right in.

  We stayed on the sand all evening, stroking, kissing, fucking, and talking. We were still there when darkness fell and the stars came out. Finally we had to part. Before I left, though, he asked if I would attend a cousin’s wedding with him in a neighboring town that weekend. Of course I said yes.

 

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