by Letters to Penthouse XXXVI- Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires (epub)
As we calmed down I turned her around and we lay down on our sides with my cock still in her, and we went to sleep that way. We slept about three hours and she awoke first. She started moving her ass back and forth on my cock till I woke up, and then we fucked till we came again. The sheets were a sticky, tangled mess. Sam simply said, “Don’t worry about it. That’s why they invented washing machines.”
Well, I never did go to college, but Sam paid me well and I stayed with her. We never did marry. She wanted to get married, but I didn’t, because people would say that I had married her for her money and that wouldn’t have been true. We were, however, very much in love with each other and people never did get wise to our private life together.
In conclusion, I would just like to say that Sam was the finest lady whom I have ever had the privilege of knowing, and I loved her dearly. The reason I speak in these terms—in the past tense—is, this story has a very sad ending for me. See, Sam was killed in a plane crash recently and I have been left with a void in my life that will never be filled by another.
There are those who say that time heals all wounds. Maybe, but I think it depends on how deep your feelings are for someone. We were together for most of our lives and we did it all. She also did one thing that I didn’t ask for: She left me pretty well off financially. One thing is for sure, that money won’t be spent on another lady, not one red cent.
—Name and address withheld
A Plain Man’s Secret
To see me as anything but your average, run-of-the-mill forty-year-old white male, you must see me in the most intimate of situations. Otherwise I’m very plain-looking, with the average look of my mixed heritage, an average build, and the very average weight problem of forty-year-old men.
I do have an above-average-size cock, which has a delightful history of surprising the most uppity of women I have known intimately. But I have not let my cock size (nine-plus inches and thick) limit my ongoing journey on the sexual road of life.
You see, I have found early in life the key to engaging in a fuck that is, one hundred percent guaranteed, the greatest, unequaled before or since, experienced by any woman (and the men) I’ve been with.
Before I tell you my simple yet very rare quality, I feel you should hear of an example to set the stage. I’m the first to let anyone who knows me well enough ask why I’m not married. Well, it’s a shame that me and marriage have come up empty on two different occasions. I take the responsibility for their failures on me.
My current lover, Kate, is a forty-two-year-old beauty who is Catholic through and through, enough to have wasted twenty years of her life in a guilt-ridden, fake, sexually nonsatisfying marriage to her high school sweetheart. Once her kids were gone from home, she faced the truth that her man wasn’t able to do anything for her.
Swoosh! Two years after she left the marriage, I entered her life. We were social friends who saw each other on a weekly basis at functions and parties and so on. I was very cautious toward her out of respect for our mutual acquaintances and hosts.
But as is my usual case, my reputation had preceded me, by far. And because of her stagnant life and skills, she asked me to school her in the correct and satisfying way to a long-awaited orgasmic sex life.
Now, had I been a tall, well-built, superhandsome man, I’m told the thought of me being able to thrill, chill, and utterly change a gal’s life would be very easy. But because of my unimpressive appearance she was very skeptical about my reputation and asked for some background demonstration to verify my skill.
That evening I invited her back to my home. We arrived about eleven. Once we were comfortable, I showed her a video of me and a couple I knew. They had just sent it to me with a note of thanks, saying to share our intimate get-together with skeptics.
After thirty minutes Kate finally blinked her eyes. After another forty minutes she sipped her drink. And after another sixty minutes she asked me to turn off the video. She turned to me and asked to talk to the couple to see if it was real or some kind of joke.
We went next door, and I introduced my friendly neighbors to her. Before she could ask them anything, the female whispered to her, “What are you doing here? Go back and jump into his bed.” And with that, off we went, back to my house.
First we showered together—to break the ice, you know. It was then that I first gazed at her splendor. Her long, shapely legs ended at an apple-shaped ass that would make a twenty-year-old blush. Her slim build was very average upstairs, and her eyes wore a look of naïveté and perpetual wonderment.
After a good time showering, we ended up on the bed. And to this day she has never looked back to it as a wrong move.
That was a Friday night. She left for work on Monday morning a new woman. She has enjoyed our life for two-plus years now, and she is now of the same knowledge as I. To submit to the wanton integrity of sexuality. There, I said it, and to corroborate my statement I do also say this: Knowledge is the greatest aphrodisiac of all. And I suppose sporting a big, thick dick doesn’t hurt either.
Oh, yeah, on to my tale. One Saturday, I got a call. The caller was a sexy-voiced gal who had never had me but was obviously looking to test my reputation. She told me to be at a local restaurant/bar that evening at seven. And oh, by the way, I wouldn’t be the only one there she would be attempting to seduce.
So I arrived at seven and went inside and made myself inconspicuous to any spying eyes. As I sized up the bar I saw some couples and some singles, both men and women, but nobody who stuck out as my caller. And then, accompanied by a nondescript guy, in strolled the most beautiful blonde I have ever gawked at. I do gawk at blonde women. I absolutely love them.
She was wearing the tightest micro-mini I’ve ever seen. Her legs were long and lean, with powerful thighs. Her ass really stuck out in that material. I’m not a boob man, so while her big, round, firm, braless jugs fit her perfectly, that’s for the men who yearn for that to look at.
In short: movie-star quality with a hint of bitchiness mixed in. Altogether, she was one hundred on a one-to-ten scale.
I prayed to God that she was my caller. It turned out that she was. And after a smoke, some chat with her and her man (a twin of me except a bit taller and younger), off we went to their hotel room. It seems that of the fifteen men lined up that day as a possible bang for her, I was the only one to show, to dare to put his reputation to the test.
“You really must be all that and a big dick to boot,” she cooed. “Why don’t you drop ’em and let me gaze at my satisfaction for tonight?”
With that I unzipped and let ’em drop. I am ever so happy to say she turned to her hubby and said, “Kick back, sweetie, we are going to be a long, long while.”
Little did she know what I had in store for her. Rhonda was her name, and orgasmic bliss was her claim to fame. She expected all men to satisfy her before she even considered doing the same.
The sight of Rhonda sprawled pantyless on the queen-size bed in front of me got my cock’s ever-so-humble attention, and as I casually set down a twelve-pack of condoms on the nightstand, she eyed them and asked me, “Plan on using every single one before you leave?”
“I do,” I replied. I felt my dick swell and lengthen some.
“Oh, so we have a real, live Mr. Big Dick, do we?” she whispered slyly to me.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. “Or rather, I do.”
And with that, I headed for a quick shower, to let her think of what was ahead. To my own surprise, her hubby popped in with me. He washed my back and ass and reached around to wash off my still-lengthening prick. He looked me in the eye and said confidentially, “Don’t disappoint her or me, please.”
“I promise you a show to cherish forever,” I answered.
“Can I video you?” he asked.
“Yes you can, if you wish,” I said. And he disappeared out of the shower.
I dried myself and reemerged in the bedroom. He was ready with Mr. Video, and Rhonda was naked on the bed. She was fing
ering her beautiful blonde pussy for the camera and introducing the situation for the tape.
“And may I present to you my Mr. Big Dick,” she said, and the video panned to me.
My only spoken words were: “Watch, learn, and leave those shitty sex sessions to your past and former lovers, because I’m about to show you how to fuck a woman of substance properly.”
And I proceeded to give them two three-hour tapes’ worth of awe-inspiring, twelve-condom sex. We finished the video with the blonde’s well-fucked body humming as she sweetly sucked my thirteenth load of the night. Then she collapsed, he collapsed, and I gathered my clothes.
We exchanged dearest good-byes. I went home and never heard from her again. But I have my memories of that night.
—F.M., Detroit, Michigan
Do All That You Can Do
Although I have worked at a major Army installation for more than ten years, I had never screwed a soldier. I worked in a small organization, and Buzz was the new NCO assigned to my office. The first time I saw him I knew I had to have him. He was tall with sandy blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He has the kind of body women want to wrap their legs around and never let go. He was perfect, and just looking at him was enough to make me cream my panties.
As the weeks went by, my desire for him became so intense that I fantasized constantly about screwing him. He was always so confident and self-assured that I knew he would be a great fuck. Finally I decided that if you want something, you have to go after it! I was determined he was going to fuck me, so one day when we were leaving work I confessed my feelings to him.
I told him that I had been hot for him for months and he was driving me crazy with desire. He stared at me, smiled, and said that we could do something about that. He had to go somewhere, but we would talk later.
The first thing the next morning Buzz came into my office and said he had been thinking about me all night. But before the conversation could progress any further, the office was filled with people and we could not talk privately. We never could get any time alone, so that afternoon Buzz sent me an e-mail asking if I wanted to go to the basement and talk. I wrote back that I would be there in five minutes.
I had never seen the basement before, so I did not know what to expect. Buzz was waiting for me at the bottom of the steps and said to follow him. He took me to a small back room that was used for storage. My heart was pounding with excitement. I was eager and horny, and my cunt was wet from anticipation.
Before I could utter a word he pulled me toward him, reached under my dress, and started finger-fucking me. Then he got down on his knees and started servicing my pussy with his tongue. He said I had “a beautiful golden pussy” and kept probing me with his tongue, deeper and deeper.
I was lost in a sea of ecstasy. No one had ever eaten my pussy like that before. My legs were quivering because I knew that I was going to come and come hard. Buzz continued to work on my pussy, getting it primed for his dick. He sucked my pussy and flicked my clit with his fingers. My pussy was dripping wet and swollen with desire.
I was ready, and he knew exactly what I wanted. He stood up so I could see the huge bulge in his pants. I was thrilled and filled with anticipation. I reached over and gave it a squeeze through his pants. When I took him in my mouth, I could feel his cock throbbing deep in my throat. I knew he was ready to fuck.
I got up on my feet, and he asked me to turn around. He said he wanted to see my ass while he fucked me. I turned around and arched forward so my ass was in the air and he had easy access to my honey-pot. He mounted me from behind while he used both hands to spread my asscheeks and pussy lips wide.
He shoved his swollen cock up my pussy and gave me a few broad strokes, in and out. He came really fast and hard, filling me up with his love juices. Then he asked me to turn around again. He finger-fucked me until I came again. He was like a sex machine as he serviced my entire body. It was incredible.
We got ourselves together and went back to work, but all I could think about was Buzz. Fucking him in the supply room was the wildest experience I had ever had. I’m glad nobody came down looking for paper or pencils.
Since then our midday adventures have been frequent enough that I always keep an extra pair of dry panties handy. When Buzz asks me to go to lunch, it’s not a hamburger he’s after. He loves to eat pussy, and I’m delighted to oblige him. He is the most incredible lover and will do anything to satisfy me.
More recently we’ve been experimenting with oils, but that would be a whole other letter.
—O.B., Petersburg, Virginia
Baby, It’s Hot Inside
I’m not going to start this story by saying that I would never have occasion to write to Forum. I have had many experiences that I could share. But I want to share my favorite one with you.
I had just gotten out of a sour relationship, and a coworker named Abbie had supported me through it. It was my birthday, and Abbie decided to take me out for the occasion. We went for a nice, romantic dinner, where I paid the bill, under great protest from her. So she said that she would give me a real present by the end of the night. My mind began to race with ideas.
Abbie excused herself—to the ladies’ room, she said (actually to use the phone)—and was gone for a while. We had only worked together for a month, and still felt nervous around each other, so small talk continued. After the meal, she told me to drive to the destination of her choice. We arrived at a place I had never heard of before. She told me it was time for my real present.
Abbie had rented a hot tub room for us, and the gift was her. Getting undressed was very different in front of this relative stranger, but I was nude first and hopped in the water. She soon followed. I stared at the petite body of this woman in front of me. It didn’t matter then (or now) that she is six years younger than me, only eighteen back then. I wanted her so much. I kissed her, and our bodies locked together for the first time. Those erect nipples of hers pressed into me so I couldn’t touch them.
The moment of truth was at hand. In one quick motion I guided her to the side of the tub. She is five-two and maybe ninety pounds, and I wanted to taste every inch. I burrowed my tongue into her dark snatch. The music, the steam, the heat, and the newness factor made it really easy to bring her to her first orgasm.
Thank God the radio was on fairly loud, because this tiny woman was a screamer, and a loud one. Her juices flowed onto my tongue. I never had tasted nectar so sweet. She screamed and ran her fingers through my hair as I tongued her out. After several more orgasms she locked her legs around my head and exploded once more.
Sitting up, I kissed her, and she licked my face. That drove me even more wild. I put my dick in her hand, and she guided it into her moist folds. Stroking all the way in, I easily hit bottom in her hot pussy. I pulled her into the water with me. It seemed to be about one hundred degrees, but that small, tight cunt of hers was a lot hotter.
I wanted to come right then, but I knew she wanted to fuck more, so I held back. She stroked, bucked, and squirmed on my huge, throbbing cock. Now she was producing her own orgasms. I never felt such a tight cunt, and it had a powerful grip on my pecker. With every movement of her hips she fucked harder.
I pulled her off my rock-hard dick and placed it by her face. She lapped eagerly at it, her head bobbing up and down. Her fingers probed my ass and balls. Suddenly I jerked back and spurted gobs of jism into her mouth. She opened up and I watched it slide down her throat.
I’ll never forget that night. It was the dead of winter outside, but inside, it was the hottest experience I’ve ever had.
—S.H., Victoria, British Columbia
Can’t Wait to See Him
I have a nice dress and a new haircut. I’m off to see my lover for the first time in six weeks. I can’t wait to see him!
Our first visit together after a separation always seems to be over too quickly, but this time will be different. I’ll arrive at the house and he’ll take me in his arms and hold me like he’ll never let me
go. We’ll kiss until neither one of us can breathe, and then we’ll walk into the house.
It may take a while for the house to get quiet, but when it does, we’ll find ourselves in each other’s arms again. I hope we spend a long time just holding each other and kissing—making up for the kisses we’ve missed during those six weeks apart. As the kisses become more aggressive, my buttons will come open, one by one.
Eventually his hands will find their way to my breasts, and he’ll undo my bra so he can lick them together, squeeze them, and suck on my nipples. I love the feel of him playing with my tits. It drives me so crazy that I’ll be ready to rip the buttons off his shirt to run my hands all over his sexy chest and shoulders. I love the feeling of skin on skin, and by this time I’ll be reaching for the bulge in his jeans.
With my dress unbuttoned and my tits swinging free, I’ll kneel in front of him and open his jeans so I can take his hard cock into my waiting mouth. How I’ve missed the feeling of it pumping through my hands and into my mouth! I can’t wait to feel his manhood twitching as it explodes all over. I hope the force doesn’t bring him to his knees too quickly, but I’m sure he will need to lie down and catch his breath.
When he has recovered, we’ll resume our kissing and petting as he removes my dress and bra. As he pushes away my panties, he’ll find the pussy that I’ve kept shaved for him. It feels so wonderful under my clothes, the naked edges rubbing against my jeans. I can be a horny little slut, but only for the love of my life.
I like to feel his hands running over my body, caressing my tits and thighs, opening them to finger my wet pussy. I get so wet whenever he touches me. I love the way he fills my pussy—one finger, then another, until all I can think of is having his hard cock buried deep inside me with my legs wrapped tightly around him.
