Letters to Penthouse XXV
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I didn’t know what to do, think or anything. Here was my buddy’s wife, damn near asking me to fuck her! I just sat there in a trance. She got up, took her robe and nightgown off and stood in front of me buck-naked. She walked over, kneeled between my legs and undid my jeans. Then she pulled them down and started to play with my dick.
“I had no idea you were hung like this,” she said. “I’ll have fun with this thing.”
This woman could suck a softball through a hosepipe. I’ve had a lot of blowjobs, but that was the best. When I said to stop, that I was ready to come, she said, “Let it fly, big boy.” And so I did, in her mouth.
“I pleasured you,” she said. “Now pleasure me.”
I laid her on the couch, dived between her legs and ate her pussy. As she started to roll around, nearing climax, I jumped between her legs and pushed my dick in her. She wanted to fuck, and I was ready to give her what she wanted—dick.
Once I was all the way in, she moaned, “Oh God, that feels good. It’s been so long. Please fuck me. I love the sound of my pussy sucking your dick. God, I’m coming all over your dick.”
While she came, I pushed in all the way and stayed there till she settled down. When she finished, I pulled out and rubbed my hard-on on her stomach and nipples, then on her lips and the side of her face. She was starved for dick, and the nastier I got, the hotter she got.
After a few minutes of this I rolled her over and fucked her doggie-style. She was on fire, begging me to pinch her nipples, and to fuck her harder and deeper. She was rubbing her own pussy, so I put one of my hands on hers and we played with her pussy together.
I pulled out and got on my back and told her to ride me. She mounted me, guided my cock in and started pumping herself to another orgasm. Her pussy was so wet, she had my dick shining. She just kept bouncing up and down on it, groaning, “Oh yeah, that feels so good. You’re so fat and long. It feels good. Go in deep! I love it. Please come in me!”
We came at the same time. Then Callie got up and dressed and said if I wanted this pussy again, to call her. I haven’t called her yet, but I have thought about it!
—G.T., Sandusky, Ohio