Letters to Penthouse XXXVI

by Letters to Penthouse XXXVI- Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires (epub)

  During my deployment to the Middle East I kept in touch through steamy letters, often detailing every inch of her luscious body that my mouth was watering for. Upon my return we renewed our flirting game, and feelings that had always been under the surface started to bubble up. Over many lunches we planned our first encounter.

  My job in the military allows me the use of my own office. On the night that was to be one to remember, we met outside my office. We greeted each other with long-awaited hugs and kisses, and it wasn’t long before my manhood rose. My partner suggested we go inside, and once we were there the kisses became hotter and heavier. My passion level surpassed any I have ever known. I rained kisses down her neck, and as I took her pear-shaped breast in my mouth I longed to taste the rest of her fruit. Lust overtook us. Holding my member firmly in her hand, she guided me into her heated vagina. With long, slow strokes I made a dream come true for me and my lover, as her moans echoed approval.

  I licked my way down her body, breaking the bond between our organs only to replace it with my mouth and tongue. I savored the sweet smell as I began to kiss and lick every open area of her love-pit, bringing her once again over the edge. Her juices slowly trickled out as I tried to catch every drop of her offering. She softly moaned for me to take her from the rear.

  Once again entering my lover, I began to ride as never before. I lost count of the number of times my partner washed me with her love juice. One position led to another before I finally gave her a full load of my love juice as our moans echoed throughout the office.

  As my penis once again became alert to the situation, she sat me back in my chair and took the opportunity to inspect my member with her tongue and mouth. She licked and sucked me to a high men only dream of. Then, leaning me back in the chair, she mounted me and took me to the hilt in one movement.

  The chair rocked wildly as we moved in unison. Eventually we moved to the floor. Our love match continued unabated until we finally moaned, climaxed, and collapsed together. Looking into each other’s eyes, we knew we wouldn’t let two more years go by before we got together again.

  —Name and address withheld

  Calipers Don’t Lie

  Occasionally I read your magazine at my girlfriend’s house. I used to think that the letters were just too unbelievable to be true, but then last summer I had an experience that changed my life forever. Now I’m a believer. Here is my story.

  I am a very attractive twenty-five-year-old with large breasts and a good figure. My husband is four years older and we’ve been married for four years with a good sex life of at least three to four times a week. We live in a nice town in Rhode Island.

  One night last summer my husband’s car broke down on his way home from work. Since he was unable to take time off from work, we agreed that he would borrow my car the next day and I would call in sick. I decided to sleep late the next morning.

  I was awakened by a strange noise outside my bedroom window. Through the slightly parted venetian blinds I was able to see Tim, our eighteen-year-old next-door neighbor, masturbating in the bushes between our houses. I was fascinated by the size of this guy’s penis, which looked nearly as big as my husband’s, who had the largest penis I had ever seen. It was also as heavily veined as my husband’s.

  Seeing a heavily veined cock makes my juices flow. They’re my favorite kind. The image of Tim’s cock stayed on my mind all morning, making my pussy very wet. In the middle of my daydreaming, the doorbell rang and I opened the door in my nightgown. There he was, the same guy who was masturbating a few hours before.

  Tim asked if he could call the phone company, because his phone was not working. After he made the call, I tried to stall him by asking him to change a light bulb in the basement for me. I saw that he was trying to get a peek at my protruding breasts so I showed them to him and asked him to touch them. He hesitantly touched me and soon I saw the big growth in his shorts. I took his hand, pulled him into the bedroom, and pulled his shorts down. At first he covered himself with his hands but when I removed all of my clothes he was no longer shy. What a surprise. In front of me was the best and the biggest penis I had ever seen. When I touched it, I found it was also the hardest one I’d ever felt. I could not believe my eyes. The veins stuck out like roots. Tim started squeezing my breasts while looking at my shaved pussy. His cock was fully erect and pointing at the ceiling at forty-five degrees. His cockhead was the size of a plum.

  My husband is very proud of his penis, and I keep a measuring tape and a pair of calipers on hand in order to take accurate measurements of his proud possession. I also have a Polaroid camera to take photos of it in all its glory. Now I got the calipers and measured Tim’s cock. The head was two point six inches wide at its widest point. The shaft was two point four inches wide and, according to the measuring tape, a little over seven inches around (seven point two to be exact). He had big veins coming from the root of the cock on both sides. The whole cock was dark red and throbbing. He asked me if my pussy was big enough to accommodate his cock, adding that he had tried to have sex with a woman before but she couldn’t handle his size. This made my juices flow even more and they began dripping down my legs. Tim noticed it and I explained that he excited me very much. Using the calipers, I remeasured his knob, which was now two point seven inches wide. I remeasured the thickness of his shaft, which had swelled to two point five inches wide with a circumference of seven point five inches. I was dying to measure its length. While he was playing with my pussy, I asked him to stand up straight so I could measure his beautiful, powerful, young penis. It was nine and three-quarter inches long. He told me that the last time he had measured it, it had been eight and a half inches long, but it was still growing.

  I was dying to ride him, so I had him lie on his back. I straddled him and guided his cock into my waiting pussy. I took all but the last half inch of it. After five minutes my pussy, which was almost stretched to its limit, took all of it. Before he came I pulled out his penis and took a few pictures of it, all wet and shiny. Its redness, huge head, and bulging veins looked amplified. When he slid it in again it took less time to get it all in. When he came, I tightened my inner muscles and I felt his come spurting out. Later, when he came for the second time, his come overflowed out of my pussy. He came for the third time without getting soft, so we fucked for nearly an hour before I got too tired and had to stop.

  I tried to give him head but I was unable to get his cockhead in my mouth so I licked the rim of his helmet until he shot his load over seven feet onto the carpet. Then he went soft. Soft, he measured seven inches long. I asked him if he would be embarrassed to come in front of my husband, assuring him that my husband would love the show. He said okay, then he left. My pussy had not yet recovered when my husband made love to me the same evening, but his penis seemed smaller to me and did not feel as big as it used to feel.

  I knew that my husband would like to see me fuck another man in front of him. He was surprised when I told him that an eighteen-year-old was going to join us for a little fun. He expressed doubt that an eighteen-year-old’s penis would satisfy me, but he agreed it might be entertaining.

  The next weekend Tim came over as planned. At first he seemed apprehensive with my husband there, but when we both undressed, he started to undress, too. When my husband saw his fully erect penis, his mouth dropped open in disbelief. His own penis looked small in comparison with our neighbor’s. My husband’s penis became as hard as I had ever seen it, but even when he squeezed the base of it, restricting the blood flow, his veins protruded less than the ones on the nine-and-three-quarter-inch giant.

  My husband started touching Tim’s cock, comparing the hardness to his own. I did the same. My husband was no match for a younger, harder cock. When my husband said that he could still ejaculate six feet, Tim started to masturbate. I took over and made him ejaculate over eight feet. This sight excited my husband so much that he ejaculated without touching his cock, reaching a new record of seven feet.

 
; We spent the rest of the afternoon fooling around with our newfound friend. I’m sure we taught him a few new tricks.

  Tim turned nineteen in December, and his cock now measures ten and one-sixteenth inches long. His thickness is still the same. My pussy is keeping up with it, since it gets stretched by him at least twice a week.

  But here’s the rub. The teenager’s penis is giving me much more intense orgasms than my husband’s. With my husband I can come only once in ten minutes, for that’s how long he usually lasts. Whenever I make love to Tim I have lots of orgasms.

  An interesting thing happened last weekend. I told a girlfriend of mine about Tim’s big penis, and she asked if we would be interested in turning our threesome into a foursome. When Liz met my husband, they hit it off right away. She seemed in awe of my husband’s cock, which was the largest she had ever seen. Her husband’s is six and a half inches long, and one and five-eighths wide. Liz had only had six lovers before she met her husband, and this was her first out-of-marriage experience ever. She is a well-built blonde. She’s two inches taller than I am, with nearly the same size breasts as mine, but her areolae are the largest I have ever seen—four inches across—while mine are only two and seven-eighths inches across. She had rarely orgasmed with her husband, while my husband gave her two orgasms in a row while they were fucking. She lavished attention on my husband’s heavily veined shaft, which gave him back his confidence about his cock.

  Tim arrived on time, not expecting another woman. The air was full of the smell of sex, and he soon joined us in bed. When my girlfriend saw Tim’s erection she completely forgot about my husband and practically jumped on the guy. She loudly commented on the size, the color, and the hardness of his cock.

  My husband put a cockring around the base of his penis, which became engorged with blood. He asked Liz and me to compare the hardness of his artificially engorged cock with Tim’s. My girlfriend and I squeezed and examined both penises, and agreed that Tim’s was much harder even without any artificial aid. Tim tried to penetrate Liz, but she was able to take only half of the big head. Instead, she put Tim on his back and lowered her pussy onto his giant cock. Even though she was very wet, I could see from the expression on her face that she was having trouble with his size. After a few minutes of her gyrations on his cock Tim had a tremendous orgasm, during which she was able to take the big head and an inch of the shaft in her well-stretched pussy. By now she was sweating and a red flush covered her chest, sure signs that she was at maximum arousal. She asked for a mirror to see how much more of the cock she had to take, before declaring that no woman could take such a big penis.

  I decided to show her that she was wrong. Jumping on Tim, it took me only a minute to get his whole cock in. My husband masturbated while he watched, approaching his second orgasm. After I’d had three orgasms in a row (in about ten minutes), I told my girlfriend to try it again. She asked me to show her my pussy. We both sat in front of the mirror examining and comparing our pussies. We plainly saw that my pussy was a little bigger. Tim had a violent orgasm watching us spread our labia. But he stayed as hard as before.

  Not wanting to give up, my girlfriend tried to sit on Tim’s mighty organ once more. It took her ten minutes to work it into her pussy, but he began bottoming out before he could get the last three inches in. Even with her maximum effort she was able to take only seven inches of his cock.

  At least I know now (I am very much into measurements and sizes, as I’m sure you’ve figured out) that my girlfriend’s pussy is seven inches deep, while mine is ten inches deep. I do envy her four-inch areolae, which my husband also likes a lot. We plan to have much more fun with Liz and Tim in the very near future. Liz prefers my husband to Tim, which does wonders for my husband’s ego. I, however, must admit that I prefer Tim’s cock. Women with big pussies need a big cock, and I now know this for a fact!

  —B.V., Providence, Rhode Island

  Lifeguard Lover

  One day this past summer I sat on the beach, catching some rays and trying to improve my mood. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend, and I was feeling a little lonely and more than a little horny. My body was tense with pent-up energy—most of it sexual. I hoped that a brisk swim in the ocean would cool me off. I got up and dove into the turquoise Pacific. The water felt cold but invigorating, and it awakened my deadened nerves. I swam parallel to the coastline, feeling as though I could go on forever.

  Then I felt a sharp pain in my calf. I realized I’d been stung by a jellyfish, and I screamed and kicked it away from me. The pain was still intense as I limped out of the water, crying.

  “What happened?” I heard.

  I looked up and saw a lifeguard. He was tan, tall, and hunky, staring at me with eyes that shimmered with blue heat. I wanted to smile, but could only grimace as a new wave of pain shot through my leg.

  “Damned jellyfish stung me,” I said through clenched teeth.

  “I can fix it,” he said. “Come on.”

  Even though I was distracted by my leg, I couldn’t help marveling at the firm ass under his bright-red shorts, or the strength in his long, muscular legs as he strode through the sand. At his station, the lifeguard pulled out a jar filled with medicated cotton balls. “This stuff will take the sting out,” he said. “Where did he get you?”

  “My calf,” I said.

  “This won’t hurt,” the lifeguard said as he dabbed on the cool medication. “You’ll be swimming again in no time.”

  He was very gentle as he took hold of my calf and bathed it with the medicine. I could feel the pain starting to recede. The lifeguard was bent over my leg and all I could see of him was his silky brown hair and his firm, muscular hands on my skin. I felt heat shooting through my body, but this time it wasn’t from the sting.

  “How’s it feel?” he asked.

  “Much better,” I answered.

  Slowly his hands slid up my leg. “Does it hurt up here at all?” he asked.

  I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his. “Not anymore,” I said, almost breathless with sudden anticipation.

  He tossed aside the cotton ball and began to rub the inner surface of my thigh. “How’s that?” he asked.

  “Good. Very good.” Helpless in my longing for him, I wished I could get him to slide one of those strong fingers into my cunt. I waited a few minutes for him to finger me, knowing that if he didn’t soon, I would guide his hand to my pussy myself.

  He didn’t touch my cunt, though, and I guess I chickened out. Finally, after a long silence, he got up and said, “You should be careful if you go back in the water. But if you get stung again, you’ll know where to come. If I’m not here, just ask for Gary. They’ll know where to find me.”

  I shrugged, unable to hide my disappointment. Maybe he just wasn’t interested in me. “Thanks, Gary. Bye.”

  When I got back to my blanket, my mind was still fixed on Gary and the way his hands had felt on me. I was annoyed at myself for not taking things a step further. I decided to go back to my beach house for a shower.

  I stepped into the outdoor shower stall, threw my towel over the side, and slipped out of my kimono. I turned on the water and stepped into the cool freshness of the spray. When I shower, I always take my time, casually soaping up my body and hair and rinsing them over and over. This day I was even more languorous than usual. I could not stop thinking about that lifeguard. It had been ages since I’d felt such intense sexual desire.

  My soapy hands slid across my breasts. Tentatively I touched my taut nipples. A silken warmth began to spread from my belly to my vagina. I gasped softly and, unable to hold back, squeezed both nipples tightly. I was beginning to feel weak with sexual need, and leaned back against the shower wall to stroke my swollen clit, imagining that it was the lifeguard’s fingers and cock that were sending such pleasurable sensations rippling through my body.

  A sudden rap on the shower door caused me to stop abruptly. I guiltily pulled my hand away from my pussy and asked who it was.

/>   “It’s me, Gary. I have some more medicine for your jellyfish sting.”

  My body began to tremble as I unlatched the door. “It’s open,” I said.

  The door swung open and then he was inside. His eyes moved lazily down my naked body. He refastened the latch and stripped off his suit. His cock was impressive. I stared at him, barely breathing, as a lazy grin crossed his face. “Do you need some help?” He reached for the bottle of shampoo on the ledge beside me and poured a large amount into his palm. He began to work up a lather in my pubic hair as the tip of his tongue made contact with my stiff nipple. I spread my legs to give him easier access. After a moment, his soapy hands slid up to my neck and he kissed me deeply.

  His eyes dropped to my legs. “Does the bite still hurt?” he asked. Then, without waiting for an answer, he dropped to his knees and began to move his tongue up and down the lips of my twat. I shuddered at the delicious fire that his touch sent through my body. My hands clutched his tanned shoulders and I thrust my pelvis forward. His sweet tongue sank deep into my cunt.

  He probed the walls of my box while jiggling my clit with his thumb. I wrapped a leg around his neck and pulled him tightly against me. His entire face was buried in my muff. Soon my fuck juice flowed like water. He lapped it up greedily while grabbing my ass and massaging the cheeks. With his tongue plunging deep into my pussy, he brought me to a fever pitch of ecstasy. Gasping and moaning, my fingers tangled in his thick, brown hair, I gave myself up to him.

  I was just about ready to come when, without warning, he stopped the exquisite delight he was bringing to my sex-starved body. “No,” I pleaded. “Please don’t stop.”