As I was lying on the soft yellow blanket, I wondered what was next. Before I could blink, Larry was munching away at my cunt. It wasn’t long before my clit was swollen and itching for action. He was sucking my pink lips while fucking me with his middle finger. I arched my back, trying to pull more of him inside me. His tongue just kept lapping away at my lips. When he sucked on me, I thought I would pass out.
A bolt of electricity shot through me. Without hesitation, I grabbed the back of his head, locked my fingers in his fine brown hair, and pressed his face up close against my pussy. I exploded, and still my cunt was grabbing for more. I bit the pillow to keep from screaming.
When I was done, Larry looked at me like he wanted to ask if he could fuck me. All I could say was, “Fuck me, Larry, fuck me!” He climbed ever so gently on top of me, rubbed his cock on my throbbing cunt lips, then entered me slowly. We both yelped. For a moment it was a shock, and then it was heaven.
He moved slowly in and out of me, and I played with my nipples. I began to tug hard on them. After a few thrusts, he pulled out. He flipped me over on my hands and knees and then re-entered me, quickly picking up the pace of his fucking. It wasn’t long before I was wild with excitement. I rubbed my clit as he pulled my long, curly hair. I loved him fucking me, and loved even more when his hands started working my firm ass.
Finally Larry pulled his manhood out of me and shot rivers of come over my back. I turned around just in time to catch the last spurt in my mouth. I proceeded to swallow it all, and was only sorry I had missed so much of it. I made him promise that next time he would shoot all of his come into my mouth.
We fell on the bed together catching our breath. Larry said I was the tightest he’d ever had, and he’d been around. We continued to fuck for the next four years, and it just kept getting better and better.
—G.C., Mineola, New York
Her Man Wants the Whole World to See What a Sexy Lady He’s Hooked Up With
I had arrived in San Antonio the day before to visit my man, and we had the most fantastic day. But the second day, Chris had to be gone all morning and afternoon on business. On his way back, he called and said, “Why don’t we go out for a few drinks? Wear your red miniskirt, and we’ll leave as soon as I get back.”
I agreed and set about getting ready. I put on the red miniskirt along with a black spaghetti-strap top I’d gotten from Frederick’s and high heels. (No, no panties!) When Chris got back, we headed out to a local restaurant and got seats at the bar. Since it was a Friday evening, not only was the restaurant crowded, it was even crowded at the bar. While waiting, we ordered an appetizer and drinks, then sat and chatted.
As I sat there, with my skirt way up high and the place totally packed, Chris said for me to play with myself! He said he wanted to see me come! Well, I started to, but our appetizer came, and I found I was distracted by the delicious smell and the sight of the food.
So I said to Chris, “I can’t right now.”
“Why not?” he said, with a puzzled look.
“Because of the food,” I said. Chris got a kick out of this, and we both laughed.
We turned our attention to the appetizer. As we were about finished, the bartender, a young man, came and took our plates away. I was still eating, though, and said something like, “Damn, hope I don’t drip all over, since he took the plate away.”
Chris said to the bartender, “She’s worried about you taking her plate away, since she has a tendency to drip. I can tell you she did a lot of that yesterday.”
Ohmygod, did the young bartender ever turn red! I did, too—and I don’t embarrass easily. Chris went on and on making comments about me, and I don’t think the bartender knew exactly what to make of it as he walked back to the bar.
So we were still sitting there laughing and drinking and just having a good time. When I finished my food, Chris said, “Okay, I want you to come now.”
“Okay,” I said, “now that I’m done eating.” And I kind of giggled.
I slid my hand beneath my skirt and began rubbing myself and sliding my fingers inside me. I told Chris how wet I was already. I rubbed my clit, feeling it grow hard at my touch, and slid my fingers in and out, finger-fucking myself. All the while I was doing this, I was looking at Chris with a smile on my face. Soon a soft moan escaped my lips. I was coming, and told him that I was. Doing that in the middle of a restaurant was exciting, and turned us both on.
Soon after, we left the restaurant. We picked up a few things we needed at a drugstore, then headed back to the hotel. While we were driving back, Chris said, “Come for me again.” And so, sitting there in the moving truck, I diddled myself until I came! As we got out at the hotel, I said, “Sorry, baby, I got your seat all wet.”
He just smiled and said, “That’s okay.”
We were feeling great about this time, and as we walked down the hallway to our room, Chris stopped me right outside our door. “Turn around,” he said, “and lean against the wall.” I did, and he lifted my skirt up and slid his hard-on into my dripping pussy. Can you believe it? Right there in the hallway outside our hotel room!
It was such a turn-on standing there like that, my body slightly bent, leaning on the wall with my hands, feeling him inside me, his cock pushing in and out of me in long, hard strokes, faster and faster, my body pulling his cock deeper inside me, both of us incredibly excited to be doing this in the hallway . . . and ohhh my, within minutes I was coming, spraying my come on the carpet of the hotel hallway. What a thrill!
We went into our room, both of us so damn hot and turned on, Chris suggested we go down to the hot tub. This sounded like a wonderful idea, so we got on our swimsuits, grabbed some towels, made ourselves a drink, and headed down to the hot tub, which was outside next to the pool. We found ourselves alone, but keep in mind that it was early evening—still light out—and we were next to several drive-through restaurants. The pool was enclosed but had places where you could see in from outside, and there was a lot of traffic coming and going around this area.
Now I have to say that we spent about two hours in the hot tub, and the sequence of events is a bit jumbled in my mind. But, needless to say, it was the hottest time I’ve ever had in a hot tub. Swimsuits on and off (I was wearing a two-piece), top down, bottom off—let’s just say there was a lot of licking, sucking, and fucking, and an overall hot and wild time. Chris would suck on and play with my nipples, making them so hard that they throbbed, and then he would have me lean against the side of the tub so he could slide his hard cock inside me and fuck me right there in the water.
We were actually making waves in the tub! Sort of like the waves Chris was making inside me. I kept feeling as if I would erupt any second, and yet I still kept getting even more excited. We kept going, on and on. I sucked Chris as he lay back floating in the water, taking his hard cock in my mouth and sucking him so-o-o good, my hands all over him, wanting him to explode in my mouth. At other times he was fucking me, both of us kissing, licking, sucking each other, anywhere and everywhere on our bodies.
I even used the water jets a few times, spraying the powerful stream of water on my hard and throbbing clit. Oh, my, it was all so hot and wild! And being outside, with cars coming and going, plus the chance of someone coming out to the pool—that just made it all the more exciting. Over and over we sucked, licked, fucked, and so on, and I felt as if I never stopped coming.
Eventually we did leave. We joked about the hot tub now being equal parts water and come by the time we left! As we headed back inside, we decided to take the stairs up to our room. Somewhere between the second and third floors, Chris said, “Stop and sit back on the steps facing me,” and slid down my swimsuit bottom, and I swear to God, right there in the hallway he started licking me, sliding his evil tongue all over me.
I moaned, “Oh baby!” as his tongue slid inside my hot pussy, tongue-fucking me madly. Then he would pull his tongue back out and lick all over my cunt, making my clit throb. In and out of me and all over me
his tongue darted, with me lying back on the stairs, moaning, until I felt I was going to explode and pushed myself into him, wanting to feel every flick of that tongue, yes, but wanting it inside my pussy.
“Oh, God, baby,” I cried out, “I’m gonna come now,” and I exploded right there. My juices dripped in his mouth, and he lapped them up. Ohmygod, how hot and wild it was! My knees were weak from all the convulsing and coming. But ohmygod, how wonderful it all felt!
We emerged from the stairwell and proceeded down the hallway to our room. Now, once again, as we reached our room door, Chris said, “Wait! I want you right here!” Once again he slipped my swimsuit bottom down and set to licking my ass—right there in the hallway!
His tongue made long licks on my ass cheeks, and then pushed inside my ass. He proceeded to tongue-fuck my ass royally. Then he pulled out and licked me again. As I leaned over against the wall, moaning, I felt myself still dripping from all of my holes, from all of the fluids he had deposited there the earlier times. His tongue flickered all over and over, licking, and then once again slid inside my ass, and then in and out, with me pushing back against his tongue as it fucked my ass.
I moaned how good that was, and then—ohmygod!—I heard a door opening. There was someone in the hallway! I couldn’t look. I was in the throes of ecstasy here, on the brink of coming.
Nevertheless, I managed to get out the words, “Chris, is someone here?”
“I guess,” he replied, but that didn’t stop him, or even slow him down—his tongue probing me, his hands on my waist, my body pushing back into that evil tongue, and—oh, God!—within minutes, I was exploding again, now dampening the carpet outside our room.
By the time we were finished, the unseen person was no longer in the hallway, but I wondered if he (or she) had gone back and told whoever he was with what was going on in the hallway. I wondered, too, if it sparked anything for him (or her). I sure hoped so! I would have loved to know that someone saw us fucking and was so turned on that they went back to their room and fucked their partner silly!
Finally we made it into the room! And Chris wanted me to come again! He rubbed me with his fingers and said he wanted to fuck me.
I looked at him and said, “No! I’m actually ‘comed’ out! Ohmygod!” I took a deep breath, then looked at him and said, “Did I just say that? I never dreamed I would ever say that!”
There were looks of surprise on Chris’s face and mine, because up to that moment, I had felt almost insatiable, like I could always take more and then more.
Chris was laughing now. “You wanna bet?” he said.
“No-o-o!” I said. “I know you can make me come. But oh my, I feel like I’ve come all I can right now! Please let me rest.” I was almost begging now, and then we were both chuckling as we sat there, and we actually did rest for a bit.
In case you were wondering, I can tell you I was not “comed” out. When we went to bed, Chris climbed on top of me, pulled my legs up to his shoulders, and slammed his wonderful hard cock inside what I thought was my worn-out pussy. But, like always, it—and I—responded to my man, becoming all wet and hot.
Our bodies moved in rhythm. I felt him deep within me, fucking me oh so-o-o good. I fucked him back, moaning, “Oh, baby, I’m gonna come. Come with me! Fill me up with your hot wonderful cream!” And with our hearts pounding, our bodies glued together, his cock slammed in and out of me, deep inside me, touching the deepest part of me.
And the explosions! Oh, what release! How fantastic it felt—a moment I could relive over and over. And I guess, as I think back over that evening again, I have!
What an evening! The excitement, the hot and wild evening, was beyond anything I had thought would happen. But that’s what Chris and I do to each other—bring out the wild side, and make each other do what may be least expected. And tomorrow . . . well, that’s another story!
—G.R., Tulsa, Oklahoma
Her Stories Got Him All Fired Up, and She Was Happy to Fan His Flame
I was sitting at the computer, going over the stories I’d been writing, when he came up behind my chair and began massaging my neck and shoulders. It felt oh, so good. I asked if he wanted to read a story. He said yes and sat down behind me, putting his arms around me and his lips on my neck. He started reading one story, and kept on until he’d read every one of them.
As soon as he finished the last story, his hands started to wander all over my body. We both stood up and started kissing. We started moving toward the bedroom, our tongues still intertwined and our arms clinging to each other. We got to the room and fell to the bed. I took off his shirt, and he returned the favor. I told him to lose the pants, and he got up and started unzipping them.
I looked up at him standing there in his boxers. Oh my, what a treat! He looked so fucking delicious, I wanted to eat him up! I stood up, took my pants and thong off, then lay back down. I told him to get back on the bed. He lay there next to me, looking so totally edible that I couldn’t help myself. I started licking down his neck, to his stomach, then to where his boxers started. I started to slip them off. I grabbed his already-hard cock and started licking it. I looked up at him and asked how he liked it.
He smiled back and said, “Oh, baby, you are good.”
I licked down the shaft and back up, looking up once in a while just to see how much he was enjoying it. Then I took him in my mouth and sucked slowly, then built up speed. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled me off him, laid me back and started kissing me—and licking down to my tits, his tongue brushing my nipples lightly.
With the head of his cock he started teasing my clit. Oh, my pussy! I was so wet! He stuck the tip slowly into my pussy, then pulled back and took it out, teasing me again. I didn’t care, because I knew he couldn’t resist my cunt.
He started to stick it in again. I grabbed his hips and made him shove it in. The look on his face when he felt my pussy was the best. He looked as if he had won a million bucks. He looked at me and said, “You feel so fucking good!”
I looked right back at him and said, “Thank you.”
He got up and flipped me over to the nice doggie-style position, then came up behind me and licked all down my back—down to my ass, then down my ass to my pussy. He propped me up, lowered his head under me, and licked all up and down my pussy. I had never felt anything like it.
It didn’t seem as if it got much better than this—his tongue probing my pussy, his hands all over my ass, my pussy dripping all down his mouth, me moaning and him licking. He propped me up higher, and as he got up, he slid his cock into me. He let out a moan, and so did I. He continued to pound me till I couldn’t take anymore.
I made him get off me, then lie beside me. I started playing with myself. He was overwhelmed with sexual greed. So when he tried to touch my pussy, I told him to play with his own toy. Finally he became crazed with lust and begged me to fuck him.
I got up and rode him like a bull rider. I lowered myself so my tits would rub on him. I felt like I was on a ride. His cock felt so good inside me, but then, I was amazed at the good feelings he was producing all over me.
I got up, then lay down and said I wanted him to fuck me—hard, as hard as he could. He held my legs up in the air and pounded the shit out of me. The bed banged wildly as he banged me wildly—I didn’t know which was louder.
Then I felt it. Something about his cock said it was ready to blow. He looked at me and said he was going to come. I tightened up my pussy to help him out a little. He pulled out and came all over my stomach.
—R.L., Halifax, Nova Scotia
If Her Husband Wants to Be With Another Woman, Why Can’t She Be the One?
I have been reading Penthouse Letters for quite some time, but I’ve just recently convinced my husband to join me in the adventures and fantasies of your writers. Brad isn’t much of a reader, but he agrees that after reading just a few stories, we can talk to each other for hours about what we’ve read and how it excites us.
I wan
t to tell you about what happened last night with this incredible man l married. Both of our kids were on sleepovers, so we jumped at the chance to rent a good porno and have some fun. We drove to the video store and looked through the DVDs they had to choose from. We left with a movie that seemed to have a little of everything, and with big plans for some serious sucking and fucking afterward.
On our way home we got to talking about your stories and the people who write them. Mostly we were discussing the married couples who swing and get into group sex. We talked about each other’s fantasies and how most of them involved fucking someone other than our spouse. I told Brad I get totally turned on at the idea of him fucking another woman or, even more, fulfilling his fantasy of having two women at once. I said if he ever had a chance to live out the fantasy, I would be more than willing to let him. Hell, I might even want to watch! He was shocked that l would say such a thing. I explained that it would almost give me an ego trip.
“Why?” he said.
“Because those women would only have you to pleasure them for a short time,” l said. “But I have you for the rest of my life! Afterward, they would envy me!”
Let me explain. My husband may not have a huge cock like so many of your other writers claim they do, but my man sure can eat pussy! I had several lovers before l met Brad, but none of them could compare with him in the cunnilingus department. The man really knows what he’s doing. I know I’m guaranteed major-league orgasmic activity any time he crawls between my legs to snack.
Have you ever had your man slide a Popsicle into your warm pussy, then lick and suck the stickiness out of you? Wow! Let me tell you, it’s that incredible!
Anyway, l was telling you about last night. We continued our conversation the rest of the way home about sex with other people. I was starting to get wet just talking about it.
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