by Letters to Penthouse XXXVI- Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires (epub)
Without a word, she turned and kissed my cheek. I tried to give her a tip for the “lap dance” but she refused it, saying, “I should tip you for such good service! Come back again—soon!”
I left the bar that night a totally satisfied and happy customer!
—W.I., Wheeling, West Virginia
Let it Ride
I love to fuck! Yes, I must admit I’m one of those people, but I can’t help it. What I love even more is riding the edge.
I came once thirteen times before I finally couldn’t stand it any longer and gave in to one super orgasm. I love to push myself to the brink and stop-push-stop. Mind over body, how long can I make this feeling last?
Now this isn’t as easy as it sounds because once your pussy starts to tingle and tighten up your natural instinct is to go for it. However, fucking is much more than that to me. I love to make it last. My only problem is finding someone who can hold up to his reputation—you know the one—“I could fuck all night.”
This is usually more talk than action, but then I met this guy named Ray. I think he could stay hard for life, or at least long enough to satisfy me for a while.
He didn’t brag about his talents. He was the quiet, attractive type. One day he broke his silence and instead of saying, “Wanna fuck?” like most guys, he asked, “Mind if I lick your clit?” I had a good feeling about this one.
We had run into each other several times by accident and we finally decided we both had the same thing in mind so why not? Next thing I know, our hands start roaming everywhere. He’s massaging my tits and my hand is down his pants playing with his dick. He’s out of his jeans in a flash, his dick getting hard. He’s sucking on my nipples like a newborn baby. This has a main line to my pussy, which is now so wet it’s starting to run down my legs.
All I wanted him to do was fuck me hard so I could return the favor. We seemed to know what the other liked and wanted right off. He bent me over in front of him, feeling his cock slip into my pussy from the rear, so tight, feeling every inch of him. He pushed as hard as he could in and out, faster, then slower, sending chills through my body.
I turned around in front of him, dropped to my knees, and started giving him one hell of a blowjob. Giving head is special to me because it’s like a huge wet tongue giving your mouth a nice long kiss. Taking his shaft ever so carefully I started sucking on just the head and softly flicking my tongue against his slit while caressing his balls. I lowered my mouth down to lick his balls, sucking and rolling them around in my mouth. I slowly licked my way back up his shaft and started in on his head again. I sucked hard, then I took all of him and then went back to his head. Tasting his precome in my mouth made me know he was also enjoying himself.
To the bed we went, and sitting on his lap I could see into the mirror in front of me. I watched my boobs bouncing up and down in the mirror and I directed my eyes to my lap to watch his rod enter my love-hole, his hands on my hips making me bounce harder and feeling every inch of him inside of me. I started to feel the edge but I wouldn’t give in yet.
He lay down on his back and I lay down on my back on top of him. My pussy was dripping wet by now so keeping his dick inside was hard but we managed. I could feel different spots of my pussy being massaged by his cock. I rolled over, ass up in the air. He started rubbing my clit with his fingers, then he started licking it with his tongue, searching, finding, sucking. I could hardly stand it anymore. My moans were getting louder and his cock inside of me now was pushing harder. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. He rolled me over to my back, putting my legs over his shoulders, and I moaned, “Ride me hard.” Every inch of my body was connected to my pussy now, every move was sending chills through me. Stop, I can’t stand it anymore! Don’t stop, I love it!
Another successful ride.
—Name and address withheld
Tension Breaker
My husband and I have been married for around six years now and our sex life has remained exciting and very satisfying. However, there is one thing that I have kept secret from my husband. I love to masturbate. This is not a complete surprise to my husband because he has gotten great pleasure at times watching me get myself off! What he does not know is how often I masturbate when he is not around.
Last night I arrived home late from work. I was exhausted. My husband was watching a ballgame on TV so I went straight to bed. I had so much on my mind I just really needed to relax. I decided what I really needed most at the moment was to get myself off.
I started reading the latest issue of Forum, then my husband came to bed. Although I was starting to get horny, I had not started caressing myself yet. I really didn’t think I was in the mood to have sex, but I longed for the release of tension that a really great orgasm brings.
As I kept reading, my juices really began to flow. I longed to gently stroke my clit until the passion sitting like a heavy weight in my abdomen began to build and build. I wanted to tease the lips of my pussy with a vibrator while I rubbed my clit with harder and harder strokes. As I felt myself rocked and rocked closer to orgasm, I would arch my back off the bed, my knees spread far apart as orgasm after orgasm raced through my body.
However, since my husband was there I felt inhibited from my ruthless pursuit of orgasm. As tired as I was I really just wanted the quick release that I can get with masturbation. As I lay in bed reading, I became vaguely aware that my husband, who was also reading, was now sporting a raging hard-on.
I pretended not to notice, but was very turned on by his erection. I continued to read, yet ached for his touch. After about fifteen minutes, I felt like I was going to crawl out of my skin. My clit throbbed so badly to be touched I could hardly stand it.
Unconsciously, I began to rub my legs together and gently thrust my pelvis. Just then my husband gently placed his hand on my knee. Like lightning my first orgasm of the evening coursed through me. I couldn’t believe how easily it came!
My husband pretended not to notice as he continued to read. I found his indifference intoxicating. I feigned indifference also. He began to run his hands gently up and down my legs and inner thighs. I squirmed beneath his touch in order to satisfy my clit, which still ached to be touched. The gentle teasing brought me close to another orgasm.
Every time I was just at the brink, he would ignore the silent pleas of my body for him to rub my clit or penetrate me with his fingers. Instead he would rhythmically caress my tummy, my inner thighs, or my pubic hair.
All the while he did not look at me or I at him, but I wanted him more than I could have imagined. I had long since forgotten how tired I was as I orgasmed again from his maddening caresses.
Suddenly, I threw aside my book and climbed on top of his erect penis. I fucked him with a vengeance, sliding my slick cunt to the top of his meat, then slamming myself down his full length. Faster and faster we fucked. I came hard and brutally, yet was hungry for more. I felt like I had never taken him so completely before. I thrust up and down on his rock-hard dick with an intensity that surprised us both.
After I came again and felt like I was totally drained, I sensed he was about to come also. I slowed the pace and began to tease his cock. I pulled back so he would only be able to insert the very tip of his penis. I slowly took more and more of him into my cunt, then allowed him to thrust deeply, yet pulled all the way off in between thrusts.
Finally neither one of us could stand it any longer. He clutched my buttocks and we ground our bodies together without an inch between us. Both of us reached incredibly mind-blowing orgasms. Then we both fell asleep joined together and basking in the afterglow.
—C.H., Pueblo, Colorado
The Stay-at-Home Nympho
My boyfriend Spike and I don’t always agree on what’s important in our relationship. He is more interested in sports than in spending time with me and making me feel good. One night we had an argument because he wanted to go to a hockey game with his friends and I didn’t. He went and I stayed home.
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ce I was alone, I decided to order a pizza. I called a local pizzeria and told them to deliver it to me. Boy, did they ever! After about half an hour, my doorbell rang. I went to answer it still wearing the tight, red miniskirt and white blouse (no bra) that I had dressed in to go out with Spike. When I opened the door, I saw the most beautiful, well-built man I’ve ever seen. I didn’t know who he was, but when I looked into his deep blue eyes, I got so excited that my pussy immediately began to get wet.
He said very officially, “Did you order pizza?” and nothing more. Just the sound of his deep, masculine voice brought me near orgasm, and my nipples began to stand up, clearly visible through my white blouse. I politely asked him to come in and put the pizza on the kitchen table. Then I ran off to my bedroom, pretending I was getting some money to pay him. This guy really made me horny, and since I was mad at Spike I thought this was the perfect opportunity for my retaliation.
Instead of getting the money, I slipped off my almost-soaked panties and returned to the kitchen, where my soon-to-be lover was waiting. I offered him a slice and he accepted it. I walked to the other side of the kitchen and deliberately dropped a knife. As I squatted down to pick it up, I faced him and spread my legs, giving him a perfect view of my dripping pussy as my skirt went up.
I noticed a bulge in his tight jeans and began to fantasize about his large cock in my mouth. I decided to take immediate action. I asked him if he thought it was hot in the room, while slowly unbuttoning the two top buttons of my blouse, exposing just enough cleavage to enlarge the bulge in his pants. He removed his jacket and I helped him, rubbing my ass and tits against him as much as possible.
I then accidentally (or so he thought) ran my hand over his long, hard dick, which was begging to be let out. I couldn’t wait any longer. I looked into his eyes and said, “I want you to make me feel real good.” I took his hand and placed it under my blouse so that he could rub my large, round, firm breasts.
He needed no more prompting from me. In one swift tug, he removed my blouse, exposing my tits. He began to tweak and suck on my pert nipples, which were now standing out almost an inch. As he removed his shirt, I began to massage his cock up and down, and as I squeezed his balls, I pulled down his zipper.
He had now unzipped my skirt, thus exposing my beautiful muff and leaving me completely naked. I pulled down his pants, whipped out his cock, and stared at one of the largest dicks I have ever seen. He admired my body in return. I dropped to my knees and quickly began pulling, sucking, and licking his dick and balls. He soon laid me on my back and we got into a 69 position on the floor.
When he inserted his tongue into my creamy slit, I came almost instantly. The way he licked and moved his tongue inside me was so incredible, I had three orgasms before he came even once. I finally sucked him to fulfillment as he shot his load into my mouth. He continued eating my snatch as I sucked him dry. I came so much that there actually was a puddle of my love juice on the floor, which I began to grind my ass in.
Now I was even more turned on. I rubbed my cunt juice all over my body, and I began to play with my tits and finger-fuck myself while my man caught his breath. I was even able to bring myself to an orgasm without help. I was too hot and horny to stop.
“Slide it in and fuck my pussy now!” I yelled out. He was happy to oblige. He inserted his enormous love-tool into my dripping cunt as I guided it with my hands. He pumped me for two hours, both of us coming all over each other at different times.
We tried all different kinds of techniques: doggie-style, me on top, him on top, once in the bathtub, once on the kitchen counter, once on the stairs. Each time he shot his load on or in me, I screamed in ecstasy. When he was too tired to fuck anymore, I asked him if he had any friends that would like to come over and party with us. He called six of his friends on the phone, two of them girls, and they all came over to my house.
I used to be a gymnast, so I have a body that doesn’t tire easily. I was more than happy to entertain more people. I asked him to finger-fuck me until his friends arrived. When he got tired, I finger-fucked myself, and at one point I even took a cucumber out of the refrigerator and shoved it in me. I couldn’t stop.
Finally his friends arrived. They were all very polite and did what I asked. I fucked each one of them. This was my first opportunity to eat a pussy, so I got even more excited as my tongue darted in and out of one girl’s slit, while the other girl ate mine. I licked her all over, and when she finally came her sweet-tasting juices gushed out all over my mouth. As we continued eating each other’s pussy and grinding our cunts together, I became even more turned on. I soon decided it was time for something more than a tongue and some fingers, so I turned to the men.
By the time the night was over, I had swallowed about five gallons of come. My hot muff was dripping with joy juice, and my brown curly pussy hair was saturated. They all left exhausted. I, on the other hand, was still horny, so I reverted back to my fingers and the cucumber for at least another hour.
I never knew I had it in me! Sex is more fun than going to a hockey game, any day. I never knew sex could be so great! I fucked five guys and two girls that night. If that’s nymphomania, then I love being a nympho!
Since that night, I have been ordering a lot of pizza and have decided to dump Spike. I loved the way I felt that night, and I now want to fuck my way to happiness every day.
—Name and address withheld
Fun After Hours
I’m twenty-two and have blonde hair and a 36-23-34 figure. I’m a bartender, and I always check out the guys who come into the bar. Many times I have fantasized about what some of these gentlemen would be like in bed. Unbeknownst to me at the time, one of the best fucks in the place was my fellow bartender, Fred.
We constantly kidded around with each other behind the bar. One night he was in front of the beer cooler. As I bent down for a beer, he motioned toward his crotch and said, “While you’re down there…” In the back of my mind I knew he wanted to make it with me. I figured he hadn’t made a move because I was married.
Fred is twenty-seven, not much taller than me, and very handsome. He’s also one of the sweetest men I’ve met. He’s the favorite of all the cocktail waitresses in the place.
On one particularly slow night the waitresses and I were talking, and the conversation centered on the male employees and the sizes of their cocks. Poor Fred was getting so horny overhearing us girls talk so vividly about sex, he was nearly sitting in the ice bins to keep his bulging cock from bursting his pants.
There were three bartenders on that night. Since business didn’t pick up, the boss said Fred and I could leave. It was getting near closing time, so rather than driving somewhere else, we changed our clothes and stayed there for a few.
A slow song came on and Fred asked me to dance. On the floor, he held me close to him. I could feel his hardened prick push against my stomach. It really turned me on. I’ve never cheated on my husband before, but this guy had my jeans soaked at the crotch in seconds!
Soon I was unaware of everything else. Only the music, Fred, and his hard cock were on my mind. Needless to say, we ended up at his place. His roommate was gone, so we had the whole place to ourselves. Fred led me to the bedroom and slowly undressed me, then himself. He lowered me to the bed and started kissing and licking every inch of my quivering body. I reached down for his cock and uttered a gasp when I saw how huge it was.
I started tonguing his balls, taking each one into my mouth. We got into a 69 and Fred attacked my burning cunt with such skill that I came moments after his tongue touched my clit. Fred turned me around and kissed me. I tasted my juice on his mustache and it nearly drove me wild. He pulled me on top of him and drove his rod into me. Luckily, I was really juiced up or I don’t think I could have taken all of him.
I felt like a virgin again! After I had come half a dozen more times, Fred was still moaning, saying, “You feel so good, I don’t ever want to come. I just want to keep doing this all night long.”
I soon couldn’t take it anymore, and begged him to come. He finally did, and it felt like he pumped a full gallon of jism into me before he finished. But that wasn’t all—we fucked until the sun came up.
—G.L., New York, New York
A Tempting Temp
I am a thirty-eight-year-old vice president of a small high-technology firm in Virginia. I have very average looks. I have a pretty good sense of humor, but since I’m involved in reducing expenses and have had to let people go in the past, I’m feared by most of the employees.
Three weeks ago our telephone operator took a long vacation. Through a temporary agency, we hired Victoria. Victoria is five-foot-three and has blonde hair, warm brown eyes, and a knockout body. She looks younger than her twenty-three years. I flirted with her, and we got to know each other pretty well. As her last day approached, I asked her if she would like to go out. I told her I would try to round up some of the employees and we’d all have a couple of farewell drinks. She said she’d love to, but would need a ride home. I told her I would gladly take care of that.
On her last day, Victoria wore a hot red dress that revealed much of her cute, young cleavage. We arrived at the bar and ordered beers. She sat close to me and we talked about this and that. The music was loud, and as we talked we needed to be nearly cheek to cheek in order to hear each other. Victoria occasionally leaned forward, offering me a great view of her two heavenly orbs. She went to the bathroom and I was quickly taken aside by my manager, Lisa. She told me to watch out because Victoria was a notorious heartbreaker, and had been telling all the girls at work that I was most likely to have the “biggest one” of all the men at the office. I laughed and told Lisa not to worry, that I was thirty-eight years old and could handle myself.
