Letters to Penthouse XXXIII

by Penthouse International

  “I want to jerk you off here in the shower, Jerry,” she said, “while we’re soaped up like this, while the shower spray is pelting down on us. I want to jerk you off like you’ve never been jerked off before.”

  And that’s what she did! Earlier, she had given me the blowjob of my life; now the handjob. I’ll remember both until my dying day.

  After Mrs. Jones got me off, and I mean in a big way, I rinsed off and dried off, then went back into the master bedroom and started to get back into my clothes. But she was right behind me, still in the buff. “I’m not finished with you yet, macho man,” she said, a crooked smile on her gorgeous face.

  “Look, there’s nothing left in me,” I said. “I’m a flat tire. A dead battery.”

  “I have a way to recharge your battery,” she said.

  “There is no way,” I said. “So forget it.”

  “Ever hear of tits à la mode?” she said. “It’s guaranteed to work.”

  “Nothing will work,” I said.

  “Are you willing to try?” she said, “or are you a fucking wuss?”

  “I’m not a fucking wuss,” I said, “but—”

  “Be right back!” she said, cutting me off. Then she ran out of the room. She was back in less than five minutes with a cup in her hand. “Like vanilla ice cream?” she said.

  “I can take it or leave it.”

  “The way I serve it, you’ll take it—and love it,” she said. “Here’s the program. I get on the bed and smear this ice cream all over my boobs. Then you get on top of me and lick it all off. By the time it’s gone, you’ll be a raging bull again and fuck me like I have never been fucked before.”

  “It’s too crazy, too weird,” I said, “and it won’t work.”

  “I have a final request,” she said. “When you get that certain feeling while you’re pounding me, I want you to pull out and dump your load on my breasts.”

  “Nothing would give me more pleasure,” I said, “but I have nothing left to dump! Can’t you get that?”

  “All I ask is that you give it a try,” Mrs. Jones said. She positioned herself on the bed and smeared the ice cream on her heavenly hooters. As a final touch, she crowned each nipple with a little blob.

  Although my schlong was still as limp as a wet rag, watching her did generate a certain excitement in me. My mouth started to water as I gazed at that strange yet enticing display of ice cream awaiting me. So, as instructed—but now really intrigued—I got on top of her and dug in.

  The first to go were the two little blobs of ice cream adorning her nipples. I ate them up, then sucked for a while on those luscious nips, which had popped out almost immediately. While I was thus engaged, I felt her hand reach down and invade my genital area and start to probe around.

  I was now slurping and lapping the ice cream off her big tits, and her hand was giving my cock and balls no rest. It was nothing short of a miracle. My dong was getting hard, and in practically no time it was ready for action.

  Mrs. Jones knew it was ready for action, too. “Put it in now,” she said urgently. “Then ram it home.”

  Although I hated leaving her spectacular breasts, I repositioned myself and, with her guiding hand, proceeded to make entry. Her cunt was tight but already well lubed, and my salami went in with no problem.

  Old-fashioned missionary-style fucking began. Mrs. Jones moaned and groaned, and I grunted. Our togetherness became more frenzied. Soon I was on the verge of climax, and she knew it. “Pull out and unload on my boobs!” she hollered. And I did. I withdrew from her, causing a degree of unavoidable discomfort, and shot off like a fire hose.

  Things became kind of a blur after that. All I can remember for sure is that Mrs. Jones seemed to take great delight in spreading my goo all over her breasts and then licking her fingers.

  —J.L., Boulder, Colorado

  It Was Unwise to Get Involved, but They Just Couldn’t Keep Apart

  My boyfriend and I are both in the military. We met at a conference where he and I were assigned to work on the same project. Gus was extremely fit and confident, also professional, witty, and charming. And he noticed me, too. I’m five-six, with an athletic body I spend time each day keeping that way. I have blonde hair and blue eyes, my tits are a firm 36B, and I’m tan all over.

  After our first day at the conference, we were invited to dinner by a coworker who lived in the area, along with other people he knew. All of us out-of-towners were quartered in the hotel where the conference was being held. That first afternoon Gus and I decided we’d check out the pool. So I made sure to wear something that would make him check me out.

  When I got down to the pool, Gus was already in a chaise soaking up rays. I took my time taking off my wrap, smiling when I caught him looking my way with a pleased expression on his face. We swam and talked, laughing and feeling at ease with each other. I wanted to get closer to him in more ways than one.

  Before we headed up to change, Gus volunteered to drive to dinner. I was glad to have the time alone with him.

  The dinner went well. As I don’t drink often, it took only a few glasses of wine for me to unwind. Gus remained by my side the whole night. He was careful to limit himself to one glass of wine.

  Once or twice he put his hand on my knee, and electricity shot all through me. I remember thinking that I had to be careful here. I knew from experience that dating within our line of work could lead to problems, and I was determined to stay focused on my new job.

  After we said all our good-byes (knowing we’d be seeing everyone the next day!), Gus and I headed back to the hotel, where we looked for excuses not to say good night—at least not yet. The bar was dead, so we decided to take another swim. For me it was just an excuse to stay close to him, and hopefully get a lot closer!

  As we splashed around and talked, standing by the side of the pool waist-deep in the water, Gus took my arm and pulled my back and ass up against his firm chest. His cock stiffened as he drew me closer and caressed my arms and shoulders. Then the warmest and softest lips I’d ever felt were kissing my neck.

  I was melting in his arms and moaning. I had to pull away. I didn’t want either of us to make a mistake. I had been with a few other men I worked with or around, and while I loved the sex, those encounters always turned out brief and in the end unfulfilling. I didn’t want to make that mistake again.

  I turned away from Gus’s hold, looked at him and said, “We can’t do this.”

  He agreed reluctantly, and we continued to talk. Then he pulled me to him again, with my ass now resting on his fully erect cock. He whispered that he just wanted to hold me. His skillful hands played across my back to my breasts. Then a hand made its way down to find my pussy peeking out of the edge of my swimsuit. He rubbed slowly along the outline of my cunt lips and kissed my neck and shoulders once again.

  I couldn’t fight my desires anymore. His fingers pushed around my suit to find my hot pussy. As his fingers entered me—first one, then another—he gasped, “That is the hottest pussy I’ve ever felt!” I moaned, relieved that my secret was now known to this sexy man—the secret of a hot, needful woman who wanted to be taken and be fucked as never before.

  Gus continued to rub my pussy, and I swayed and pushed myself deeper onto his hard-on. I turned to him and kissed him. “This has to be our secret,” I said.

  He agreed quickly, and we climbed out of the pool, took our towels, and headed to his room. Inside, he threw my towel on the floor and kissed me like a man starving for sex. I hardly had time to return his kiss before he pushed me onto the bed, stripped off my swimsuit bottom, and dived into my pussy, licking and sucking me like no one ever had.

  “This is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted!” he gasped when he came up for air. My body was on fire, and my hips rose and fell as he finger-fucked me.

  “Fuck me, dammit!” I said.

  But he wasn’t finished. “I want more of this pussy!” he said, burying his fingers and face in my dripping box. I held on to the bed
ding and moaned louder. Screams of pleasure came from my throat as my cunt dripped come in his mouth. When he pulled his face from my legs, I leaned up and kissed him—tasting my come! It felt exciting to be so nasty.

  Gus still had his wet swimsuit on. When he stood up to pull it down, I reached for his hard-on. It was the perfect size, with a nice big head. My mouth engulfed it, and he moaned. I was in heaven with such a perfect cock down my throat. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, giving it the attention it deserved. I sucked it hard and deep, wrapping my tongue around the head and rubbing his balls.

  I looked up and saw him watching my head bob up and down. “You’re sucking me so good!” he said in a raspy voice. He tilted his head back. I wanted him to have no doubt about my cocksucking talents, or my enjoyment of it. I kept pumping his engorged shaft—so nice and thick—and licking his balls. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted his come!

  Holding my head, he guided my mouth over his shaft, stroking faster. I loved the sounds of pleasure he made. I felt his balls stiffen and tasted a drop of precome. Suddenly he stopped and pulled my head away from his cock and up to his mouth. We couldn’t keep our hands, mouths, and bodies off each other.

  I reacted to every touch of his hands, and with each movement he revealed a new pleasure I didn’t know existed. He kissed and licked me everywhere, and I did the same to him.

  Gus pulled me up onto the bed and started eating my pussy again, but I insisted on having that thick purple cock inside me. So he drew me on top of him, and I lowered myself onto his prick. It was a perfect fit, and I rode him feverishly to an intense orgasm. As he pulled my tits and nipples, I leaned into him and exploded. My body shook, and every nerve was alive as pleasure rippled over me.

  He rolled me over on my back and climbed on top, positioning his muscular shoulders over me, then thrust in me deep and fast. I wrapped my legs around him, meeting each stroke with my hips. I loved the look of desire in his eyes. Each position we took, each kiss or act of passion was heightened by the depth of this desire—as if our bodies had been searching for each other all our lives.

  As I came, I saw Gus’s eyes flash. He positioned me on my hands and knees, pushed his cock in my cunt, and rubbed my virgin asshole! “Have you ever had your ass fucked?” he said. With cream oozing down my legs, I said that I hadn’t but had always wanted to.

  He gathered some of my come on his finger and inserted it in my tight butthole. The sensation was unreal! My pussy exploded as he worked his finger slowly in and out of my ass. “What a nasty girl!” he said, and I loved him talking dirty to me. It made me feel free to be the nasty woman I always fantasized. He slowed the pace of his fucking, leaned over to touch my clit, and whispered, “Want me to fuck your ass?”

  I almost came just at the thought. I knew he’d think I was a slut, but I wanted it. “Oh, fuck my ass!” I gasped. He pulled his come-soaked cock out of my pussy and placed the swollen head up to my asshole. I gasped and moaned, never having felt anything this intense. He moved slowly, and within seconds my ass muscles relaxed. Soon his balls were rubbing against my ass—he had his entire cock in it!

  Laughing slyly, he said, “Feel good?” He began to pump in and out of me.

  “Yes, you fucker!” I said. It felt so-o-o good! “Faster!”

  He hissed with pleasure as his hips gained speed. He had been so close to coming all night. I marveled at his ability to hold off, but now I wanted his come. He grabbed my ass and pulled out, then turned me facing him. “You want my come?” he gasped, pumping his purple cock furiously.

  His balls tightened, and I said to shoot on my tits and face. I rubbed his balls while he kept pumping his cock. His balls tightened, and a shot of come landed on my chest and face, followed by another and another. Looking up, I saw a face wracked by passion. Streams of jism shot out hot and fast. I tried to catch them in my mouth.

  More than once that evening I’d thought how unreal it all seemed. Having a man shoot all over me was another fantasy come true! After the last shot landed on my tits, I leaned over, took Gus’s tender tool in my mouth and gently sucked the rest of his precious juice from it. I loved the taste, and wanted more. I gathered all I could off my tits and face and licked it. It was too good to waste.

  We collapsed in each other’s arms, feeling like two pieces of a puzzle that had been missing the other for a long time. We lay there talking awhile. Then I got my clothes together and went up to my room.

  Shortly after I got there, Gus called to make sure I was all right. He said that was the best sex he ever had and thanked me. I said I was just as grateful. It was, I said, like the sex people had in porno films! I could finally say I truly knew what passion felt like.

  In the morning we smiled and laughed, a little embarrassed, as we walked into the conference room together. I wondered if I’d dreamed the whole thing. Gus quickly assured me it was like a dream but was very real. He said he was still excited, and I knew he wanted another chance at my hot body, just like I wanted that wonderful cock in my mouth again.

  As the day went on, he looked at me and winked. Sitting across from me, he rubbed his leg up against mine. I was afraid we were being obvious, but I felt those sparks again.

  As the day came to a close, Gus told me he had to have dinner with a family friend who lived in town and wouldn’t be back at the hotel until later. I hadn’t made any plans, hoping to be with him again. So I had dinner and did some shopping, trying to get my mind off him.

  Hours later, as I pulled into the hotel parking lot, I was surprised to see Gus pulling his car into a spot near mine. “Following me?” I said as he got out.

  “No,” he said, “but that’s not a bad idea.”

  We laughed and talked about what we’d done that evening, but not about what we really wanted to do. We walked into the hotel lobby, and Gus suggested checking out the bar again. It still wasn’t very lively.

  “We could always go swimming again,” he said with a smile. “That worked out well last night.”

  I quickly agreed. Minutes later we were both in our swimsuits, walking to the pool area. It was crowded, so we decided to get into the hot tub instead. It was warm and wet, just like my pussy. I couldn’t wait for the bubbles to hide my hands so I could explore the inside of his swim trunks. He had the same idea, and soon we were kissing and fondling. It felt like coming home, being intimate with him again.

  We happened to notice a guest watching us from her window, and Gus said how exciting it was to have someone watching us while we made out. This was the beginning of the exciting “sex talk” we still share.

  I suppose it’s common to start off fantasizing about having sex with another woman, and talking about it while having sex was absolutely mind blowing! That just made me want Gus all the more.

  We continued to make out and talk about having one of the women from the conference join us—and talk about what we wanted to do with her. It didn’t take long for Gus’s cock to bob its head above the bubbles. As he pulled me up against him, I felt his thick dick between my tight ass cheeks.

  I had to enjoy this gift of passion once more. “I think I’m wet enough,” I said as I turned toward him.

  I kissed him. He removed his fingers from my pussy, where they’d been working their magic, licked them, and smiled. “Let’s take this upstairs,” he said, then kissed me again. I was all set for another night of the hottest sex I could imagine.

  Gus sent me up to my room and said to get ready for him. I had some candles I travel with, which I placed around the room. I slipped on a sexy gown and waited. When he entered the room, we embraced and kissed and danced around in a passionate tangle.

  He pressed me against the wall mirror, pulled my hair back, and kissed and nibbled at my neck and tits. He turned me to face the mirror while continuing to tease me with his tongue. For the first time I could see lust and passion in my face—what he saw when he touched me. How fucking hot was that?

  We continued our talk of having another woman with us
, and the naughty things we’d do with her. When I said I wanted to eat another woman’s pussy, he pushed me to the bed and dined on my wet cunt.

  “Tell me just how bad you want another cunt,” he said in between lapping up my cunt juices and brushing my clitoris. As I described how badly I wanted to eat a cunt, I came hard, filling his mouth with my come.

  I had to get my mouth on his cock. I begged him to let me suck him. When he finally agreed, I gave him the best head of my life, not just sucking his genitals but making love to them. I’d rub my hands on his ass while I leaned down and licked his asshole and rubbed it with my wet fingers.

  Gus’s moans of approval kept me motivated and determined to please him even more. His “dirty talk” about having someone watch us and having others enjoy my cocksucking skills kept my pussy ready to go. After I sucked his cock for about ten minutes, he said to get on my knees. He was hard and needed to fuck.

  I didn’t argue. He pulled me onto his erection and hammered my box until orgasm overcame me. He kept fucking me hard and fast. His balls slapped my ass, and both of us were coated in sweat.

  I knew from his lovely groans that he was about to come. My pussy was on fire. He pulled out and motioned me onto the bed.

  “My pussy is hot and swollen!” I said as I turned on my back to face his panting chest.

  “I can fix that,” he said, walking over to the drinks set out on the bedside table. He took a drink and walked back to me, then leaned down and blew cool air on my steaming pussy.

  I closed my eyes and felt his lips on my pussy accompanied by a cold, tingling sensation. Looking down, I saw him rubbing a piece of ice all around my puffy lips. He smiled as he lapped up the ice water. I laughed.

  “Feel good?” he said.

  I said, “Yes, very.”

  As he placed his mouth near my refreshed flower, he looked up and said, “Good. I have plans for this.” This was the most extreme pleasure I’d ever felt from having my pussy eaten.