Letters to Penthouse XXXIII

by Penthouse International

  With one quick move I pulled back, flipped her over, and pulled her legs as wide as they would go. Sheila grabbed my cock, pulled it straight to her pussy, and told me to fuck the living shit out of her. With one push I was balls-deep inside the sweetest pussy I had ever known in my life. That pussy grabbed my cock, squeezed it, massaged it, and did everything but teach it sign language. She put one hand behind my neck and the other on my ass and pulled at me as if trying to force my whole body inside her.

  We were both sweating so hard that I thought I might go into shock from dehydration, but you know what? I didn’t really care! If I had died at that moment, you wouldn’t have been able to cut the smile from my face, or the hardness from my cock.

  Sheila was fucking me as intensely as I was fucking her, hard, passionately, and with an energy that fed my own. I could feel her calves and thighs around me as I drove my cock inside her again and again. My mouth searched for hers and was happily greeted by her probing tongue. I looked down between her legs and watched my cock slide in and out of her pussy. It was a sight to behold—my long hard shaft disappearing between those dripping cunt lips, then coming out again, coated with her juices, then plunging back in, over and over and over. All systems go. Go, go, go!

  At one point she shifted her weight, and I knew she wanted to get on top. Still buried inside her pussy, I flipped us over so that she could straddle me. Damn, she was so fucking beautiful! I mean, how often is it that you’re fucking someone and stop to savor the beauty behind the body you’re fucking? That day that beauty was all around me, fucking the living shit out of me.

  Her slim but well-toned body now started moving up and down on my rock-hard cock. Cupping one of her breasts in her hand, she placed it at my lips. “Lick my nipple while I ride your cock,” she panted.

  Having my own nipple fetish, I was happy to oblige. I kept one hand on her breast and the other on her perfect ass, pulling her to me as we fucked in unison. She shifted from riding me up and down to sliding horizontally over my cock. The sound and smell of her pussy had me minutes away from blowing the back of her cervix apart with the load that had built up inside me. But before that could happen Sheila came again, squeezing me with her thighs and falling onto my chest as her spasming pussy milked my cock.

  As we both caught our breath, she leaned up and kissed me. It was a deep, sensuous, passionate kiss, the kind you usually experience only in dreams. “What do you want me to do now?” were the next words from her sexy mouth.

  At my request, then, she ran her tongue across my nipples and rode me slowly, so that I could continue to savor the feel of her incredible pussy sliding over my cock. But after a few minutes she got off my cock, got on all fours, and put her face in my pillow. Spreading her legs and looking back at me with a smile, she said, “You like my ass so much, go ahead and come all over it!”

  I placed my cock at the opening of her pussy and watched as it slowly disappeared inside her. Her cunt lips stretched around me like a glove, and seemed to wrap more tightly around me the deeper I plunged. With my hands on her hips I started fucking her with force from behind. Soft moans escaped her mouth as her ass slapped against me with each thrust. There was only one thing in my mind now: my desire to fuck this woman, to fuck her as hard and as deep as I could, and to spray my come all over her beautiful sexy ass.

  At that point it didn’t take very long. For a moment it almost felt as though I had lost consciousness. I held my breath as I exploded, every muscle in my body going stiff, stars shooting across my field of vision. It felt so good that I almost forgot to pull out, but at the last moment I did, shooting spurt after spurt of creamy come all over her sweet squirming ass. I yelled so loud I probably scared the neighbors, but let me tell you this: It was the single best orgasm—oh, hell, the single greatest fuck session—I have ever had in my entire life.

  We drove back to the dealership, finally, where I proceeded to buy the car. Sheila and I exchanged phone numbers before I left. When I got home, I reached into the glove compartment to get the owner’s manual, and found her blue satin thong. I guess that’s a good sign, wouldn’t you say?

  —F.M., Sarasota, Florida

  They’d Been Erotically Intimate Online, but Now It Was for Real

  I’d spent months getting to know Vincent through electronic means—phone, web cam, instant messaging—so when it finally came time to meet him face to face, I never expected to be as nervous as I was. After all, Vincent had already seen me buck naked. He’d seen me pinch my own nipples and fuck myself to orgasm with various toys dozens of times. He’d had a closer look at my pussy than anyone except a handful of ex-boyfriends and my gynecologist. I was so hot for his touch that I knew I’d be creaming myself all the way to the airport, but my sudden attack of nerves surprised me.

  We had agreed to meet downstairs at the baggage claim. He was still halfway up the escalator when our eyes met, and at first I thought my heart was going to burst. My face was suddenly hot and my legs felt weak. Then he smiled, and it was the smile I recognized from hours of chatting with him over my web cam. My shaky sigh was half from relief and half from passion. He was the same man I already knew, and he was even more handsome in person than online.

  I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him.

  He didn’t lean forward to bring his lips to mine, the way a less passionate person would; as soon as he got close to me he reached out to place a hand behind my neck, and pulled me into his kiss. That first kiss was amazing; there was so much tenderness and affection in it, but under it all was a throbbing desire that made me tremble. I don’t know how it looked to the people around us, but I know how it felt—it felt as if he was going to make me come, right there in baggage claim.

  His lips were insistent, but as badly as I wanted to taste his tongue, he teasingly withheld that pleasure. God, he was sexy beyond belief!

  When he finally let go of me the world swayed a little. He said something, but the blood was roaring so loudly in my ears that I didn’t hear him, so I just smiled like the giddy fool I was. He smiled back at me, then led me over to a carousel, where we kissed some more while waiting for his bag.

  I began to regret my decision not to wear panties. He’d seen me once on the web cam in a short denim skirt, and had remarked that someday he wanted me to pick him up at the airport wearing that skirt and no panties, “just in case.” That had been months earlier, and I doubted if he even remembered the conversation; but I thought the “just in case” remark was so adorably modest that I never forgot it. And of course I had followed his wishes.

  Now, with Vincent’s lips on mine, I had to worry about the very real possibility that I was getting too wet to hide my arousal in a skirt that short, and with bare legs. I could already envision walking back to the car with thighs that glistened with my own come.

  There was a long underground pedestrian tunnel leading from the airport terminal to the parking garage. Of course it was lined with security cameras, and was well lit. But it was rare to see more than half a dozen people in the tunnel at the same time, except during the Christmas travel season, and Vincent and I had the passageway to ourselves most of the time. I’d parked on the far end of the structure, so we had to walk the entire length. That was fine with me, as every so often Vincent would push me up against the tunnel wall and take my breath away with another passionate kiss.

  It was during one of those kisses that I first felt his tongue touch mine. Pinned up against the wall with Vincent’s tongue exploring my mouth, I felt a surge of hot, wet juice gush out of my pussy. My thighs were slick by that time, and my clit felt like a small burning pebble, hard and hot and begging to be rubbed. I moaned against Vincent’s lips. I could have come right there, and he knew it, too, because he suddenly drew back and looked at me with his intense hazel eyes.

  “I’m gonna fuck you senseless,” he informed me.

  At the end of the tunnel we had to get into an elevator, and when the doors closed I couldn’t stand it any longer. This tim
e it was me who grabbed him by the neck and crushed my mouth against his. This time it was my tongue in his mouth. He sucked on it in an eager way that made my pussy cream even more. His hand slipped down the outside of my bare thigh, then back up the inside until he found my hot, wet slit.

  There was no way I was going to be able to hold out for the hour-long drive back to my house. By the time we got out of the elevator and into my car I was so close to orgasm that I was panting. As soon as Vincent was in the passenger seat he pulled me up against him. Before I could catch my breath his hand went up under my skirt and began exploring my pussy again. He found my clit and began to alternately rub it and tweak it between his fingertips. My hips rocked upward toward his hand. My pussy was on fire. “I’m gonna come,” I warned him.

  “Damn right you are,” he told me, and that’s when he slid two fingers into my pussy.

  I caught my breath, then moaned loudly as those fingers began to slide in and out of my grasping hole, the way I couldn’t wait for his cock to do. I was so wet that his pumping action made a squelching sound that excited me even more. The scent of my excitement was musky and delicious. I bit down on my hand to keep from screaming when I came, but I couldn’t hold back the muffled shrieks that emerged as I released a flood of hot come, while my body spasmed with one strong contraction after another.

  Before I could catch my breath Vincent’s fingers were in my mouth, slick with my own come. He finger-painted my lips with pussy juice, then kissed me again deeply.

  I had to have his cock right then. He was hard and straining at his fly, and I couldn’t wait to taste him. He was rock-hard and oozing precome as I freed his marvelous tool. I didn’t even bother to glance around to see if we were observed. I lowered my face to that luscious cock and used the tip of my tongue to taste the juices that seeped from the tip. Slowly, savoring each inch of flesh, I licked that cock from its hot, swollen head to his tight balls, and back. Then I sucked him into my wet mouth slowly, one inch at a time, as he moaned encouragement.

  He tasted so good, just as I had known he would. I began to fuck him with my mouth, bobbing my head up and down so that his hard cock reamed my mouth as if it was my pussy. His hands were buried in my hair, and now, holding on to me, he began to thrust his cock deeper and deeper, fucking my lips and leaving a taste of precome on my tongue.

  His excitement pushed me over the edge again, and I rubbed my clit while I sucked his cock until we came together. Vincent released one jet of hot come after another, filling my mouth as quickly as I could swallow. I thought he was going to come forever, and I hoped he would.

  After he had pumped the last drop of his come into my mouth, Vincent pulled away, cupping my face in his hands and watching me with a smile on his face as I continued to swallow everything he had given me.

  Funny thing, I wasn’t a bit nervous after that.

  —Name and address withheld

  She Waited Nine Years for Her Lover to Return, but Then It Was Worth It

  I am a 39-year-old woman with blue eyes and curly blonde hair. About nine years ago, shortly after I was divorced, I met a man named David at the restaurant where I was working as a waitress. He seemed like a very exciting man, with the most beautiful eyes and a voice that was very seductive.

  We had some drinks together and talked and laughed. He made me feel warm and wet, and I knew I wanted him, so I invited him home with me. My young son was there, but I hoped I would be able to put him to bed quickly so that David and I could enjoy ourselves. David was marvelous. He actually sat down with my son and drew some pictures with him. Then he helped me put him to bed, and we were alone.

  David wasted no time. He grabbed me and kissed me very intensely. Reaching under my skirt, he pulled down my panties and lifted me onto the kitchen counter. I was ready for him as he entered my pussy. Oh, God, it felt so good! We climaxed together, and then moved into the bedroom. We seemed made for each other, and it was a night I knew I would never forget. But I also knew it would not be repeated. David was from out of town, and he was married.

  Nine years went by, and I still hadn’t forgotten that night. And then one day he showed up again, right there in the restaurant. My heart began to pound in my chest, my palms got sweaty, and I knew I had to have him once again.

  Two hours later we were back at my house. My son by now was away at college, and as soon as we got there we went into my bedroom. All David had to do was to kiss me and I was ready for him. My dripping pussy was eager to be penetrated by him. I couldn’t wait anymore; the excitement was almost overwhelming.

  Our clothes came off and his dick was rock-hard. Then he asked me to turn around and get on my knees. I was nervous; I thought he wanted anal sex, which was something I’d only done once, many years ago. But that wasn’t what he wanted; he just wanted to penetrate my pussy from behind.

  His dick was even longer than I remembered, but it took only a few minutes for my pussy to adjust to his size and fully accommodate him. I wanted to come right away, but I resisted. He then pulled out and instructed me to lie down on my back, and he began to lick my pussy. It was all I could do not to explode in his mouth. I had never had anyone eat me out the way he did. He took his time, teasing and stroking me and licking me like an ice cream cone. Then he flicked his tongue all around my pussy. Again I held myself back with difficulty, waiting for him to enter me again.

  And then he did. He put his long hard dick in my love hole, and within moments the perfect rhythm that I remembered was there between us again. I could feel his entire shaft deep inside me, pounding in and out. When he came I did also. He was so deep inside me that I could feel him spurting and filling my pussy with his hot come.

  After that David began coming to town regularly. Every time we were together the sex got better and more intense. I loved to suck on his dick. It excited me to lick and kiss it. His body would quiver and shake just before he exploded in my mouth. I loved the way he tasted, too.

  One day he came into the restaurant, took me into the men’s room, and locked the door. He undid my skirt, pulled down my panties, and bent me over with my hands against the wall. He then penetrated my pussy from behind. As always, I was wet and ready for him. Then after a minute he pulled out and inserted his wet, hard dick in my ass. I couldn’t believe the feeling! He thrust himself in and out, and soon his whole shaft was engulfed in my ass as we ground against each other. He then pulled out and jammed himself back into my dripping pussy as we both came.

  David taught me how to shoot craps, and we would sit naked on the floor and play for sexual favors. I always ended up owing him a lot more favors than he owed me. The first favor he wanted was for me to suck his dick and get it nice and hard. The second was for me to get on my knees with my ass high in the air, so he could pound his hard dick in and out of it. As far as I was concerned, these were favors for both of us. I was helplessly addicted to his loving.

  I knew, of course, that it couldn’t last, and that one day David would disappear again. And he did. But I am so grateful for the time I had with him, and who knows, maybe in another nine years we’ll meet again.

  —P.L., Houston, Texas

  He Was a Bored Hotel Clerk, Until This Pretty Maid Came Along …

  I’ll tell you what, it’s pretty fucking boring, where I work. I’m a night desk clerk at a resort hotel, but all I do most nights is just sit around and watch TV. It really sucks, actually, but you get used to it after a while. There was one period that was really bad, when the TV broke and they were too cheap to fix it. But finally they did, so it was okay.

  Some of the staff here is not too bad, and we hang out on occasion. A while back I became aware that one of the maids was kind of attracted to me. Her name was Helen, and she was a cute little brunette with a fairly nice body. So I started flirting with her, and she responded. The thing was, Helen had a boyfriend, but that didn’t really stop either of us. As far as I was concerned, deceiving her boyfriend was part of the fun.

  After several weeks
of this we were both getting pretty horny for each other, but we weren’t really sure if we should take the next step. Then, while we were still at the undecided stage, something bad happened—one of my relatives was killed in a car accident. I was a wreck, plain and simple.

  When Helen found out what had happened she approached me and asked if I was all right. I just nodded and started to walk away. That was when she did something that shocked me to no end. As I walked away she came after me, grabbed my right arm with a firm grip, pulled me against her, and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever imagined. Right there in the hotel lobby.

  Once she let me go I took a step back, staring at her in amazement. “Where did that come from?” I asked her.

  Helen blushed a little, but she looked straight into my eyes. “I could see you were in pain,” she said. “And it was as if I felt it, too. I had never experienced anything like that before; it was as if I were looking straight into your soul. So I couldn’t help myself. I was so overwhelmed that I just wanted to jump you right there and then. So I kissed you instead. Was that wrong?”

  “No,” I replied. “No, it wasn’t wrong. God knows it felt right to me.”

  With that I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her back, returning her forcefulness and passion with interest. After that there was no stopping us. Ripping herself from my arms, she moved toward the back of the lobby, where there was a small storage room. Even before she reached it she had started tearing off her clothes.

  My cock was good and hard now. I placed the “Will Return Shortly” sign on the desk and ran to join her.

  As I entered the storage room I saw that she had stripped down to her bra and panties. As I approached her, a huge bulge tenting the front of my slacks, she told me to take my clothes off as well. As quickly as I could I stripped down to my briefs. Before I could take them off, she reached out and pulled them down herself, exposing my throbbing hard-on.