by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)
But not long ago, Clare started working for a very fast-growing company. Her responsibilities include assisting the CEO in coordinating the marketing and sales operations. Consequently, she and Glen, the CEO, spend a lot of time together.
Soon after she started working with him, Clare told me that Glen was hitting on her and wanted to have an affair. She turned him down quite firmly. But last week she went with him to a convention in Los Angeles, and one night she called me to say that Glen was being a real tease, and that she was thinking about trying a little experiment. Intrigued and excited by the idea, I told her to go ahead. She remained a little cautious.
Clare told me later what happened. After a long day at the convention Glen took her out for a quiet drink. They chose an elegant lounge and found a dark secluded corner. Glen ordered some expensive brandy. After a while he put his hand on hers and began telling her how much he wanted to take her to bed. Finally he kissed her passionately and put his hand on her breast. He moved his hand to get inside her blouse. Clare kissed him back. She let him massage the round mounds of flesh. Clare teased his throbbing cock by giving him this quick thrill.
They got up to dance. She could feel his raging hard-on pressed against her, and he couldn't keep his hands off her. She was wet with desire. Glen caressed her ass and slid his hand between her legs. She was tempted to open her legs and feel him touching her wet crotch. Instead, she took hold of his hand, and moved it onto her shoulder. Clare wanted him against her while they danced to the club's slow music. His warm breath against her ears felt full of passion and desire. Glen kissed her again when they returned to the hotel, again touching her breasts and sliding his hand between her legs. He said he wanted to eat her and kiss her entire body all night. Clare's experimental tease was a success, but now it was time for her to go to sleep. She simply kissed him good night.
I have a huge hard-on as I write this, thinking about what might have gone on in that hotel room if Clare had just let herself go. I know she wants to fuck Glen, and I have told her again and again that the thought of her having sex with another man is an exciting fantasy, and that I will still love her no matter what she does.
I think she is weakening, though, and will go to bed with him one day soon. And I can't wait. Most of all, I can't wait to have her tell me all about it while we are making passionate sexy love.—I.J., Phoenix, Arizona
A MAN, A WOMAN, A DILDO, A VIBRATOR—THE INGREDIENTS OF A PERFECT MARRIAGE
I have been an avid reader of your magazine for years, and have always enjoyed the letters you publish. Unfortunately, until fairly recently I was afraid to share your letters, and my fantasies, with my wife. Although we have always enjoyed sex, and though Jenny has been an eager and adventurous lover, I had this fear of intimacy, and it was difficult for me to open up to her. Only recently have I begun to discover and understand the joys of being more open and intimate. Once having been coaxed out of my shell, I found that Jenny was an even hotter sex partner than I had ever imagined.
Jenny swept me off my feet from the moment I laid eyes on her some eighteen years ago. She has beautiful long blonde hair, breasts that beg to be fondled and caressed, and a butt that I can't keep my hands off of. She loves to fuck, suck my dick and eat my come. She recently presented me with a splendid pictorial layout. She had had the spread professionally made, showing her beautiful body in various stages of undress.
Anyway, as I began to open up, and showed her some of the letters in your magazine, I noticed that she was really getting turned on. We began to talk about our fantasies—what we liked and didn't like, what we would be willing to try and what would turn us on the most. She began to tell me about the boyfriend she had before we met. It all became pretty arousing.
We began to experiment with all kinds of positions in bed. We began to talk while we were having sex, and it opened up a whole new world for us. We purchased a vibrator. Jenny discovered that if she held it on her clitoris while I was fucking her, she had an extremely powerful orgasm. The vibrator opened up more fun doors. We began to talk about other toys and wondered which ones to try.
One afternoon we happened to pass a shop in town that features adult toys. We went in and browsed around. Jenny had never been inside a store like this, and was amazed at all the paraphernalia one could acquire. I led her over to a wall full of dildos. Fat ones, skinny ones, big ones, bigger ones, replicas of porn stars. The list went on and on. I asked Jenny to pick one that we could try at home. I was a little surprised when she picked out one of the biggest they had. When I looked at her she blushed slightly and replied, “Well, you said I could have any one I wanted!”
I couldn't wait to get home. As soon as we got inside we made a beeline for the bedroom, where we began to kiss passionately. Our hands fumbled with zippers, buttons, snaps and elastic. We fell onto the bed, and Jenny immediately dove down to stroke my cock as I played with her cunt and breasts. She crawled on top of me in a 69 position. I began to lick and tongue her love-hole as she bobbed up and down on my swollen manhood.
Soon I felt myself dangerously close to coming, so I rolled away and got the rubber penis we had just purchased. I rubbed it against Jenny's swollen lips while she began to squeeze and knead her breasts and nipples. I savored the size and stiffness of this new love partner which was about to fill her cunt. It was a lot bigger and thicker than I was, and I imagined it being attached to some stud who could give her the fucking she deserved. Slowly I began to feed it into her hungry snatch.
Jenny was moaning and twisting in pleasure and anticipation as I worked the huge dildo into her pussy. This new friend was filling her, reaching places that had never been accessed before. She was extremely wet. To my surprise she had no trouble taking the whole length and girth of this monster inside her.
Slowly, and then with a faster pace, I began to fuck her with this new toy. Jenny had never been very expressive as she approached orgasm, but now she was moaning and gasping and begging me to fuck her harder and faster, until finally she exploded into a massive climax. I was ready to shoot my load just watching the way her body was bucking and twisting in ecstasy.
At this point I thought she would want to just lie there and bask in the satisfaction she had just attained. She was only getting started! Jenny raised her gorgeous ass in the air and asked me to fuck her asshole. Here was my beautiful sexy wife, lying face down on the bed, stuffing a huge dildo in and out of her soaked cunt and begging me to fuck her in the ass!
I had often had a fantasy about her doing it with two guys at once, and here she was doing a mock run-through. As I lubricated my dick, she reached into the bedside table drawer and pulled out her vibrator. She turned it on and placed it underneath her, holding it against her clit with one hand while she moved the dildo in and out of her cunt with the other. I spread her ass cheeks and positioned the head of my penis against her rear hole, then began to ease it into her. She cried out with pleasure. Her moans grew louder and hoarser as I worked myself deeper into her tight hole, fucking it in counterpoint to the strokes of the dildo. She continued to jam it into her pussy.
In less than a minute she began to come in a wave of orgasmic contractions that seemed to last forever. The sights and sounds and sensations of this incredible scene brought me to orgasm as well. I shot my load fiercely into her spasming asshole, and we collapsed onto the bed.
Since this adventure we have continued to expand our horizons. We have tried some other toys and positions that have brought us to new heights of ecstasy. Jenny continues to amaze and thrill me. I don't know why I waited so long to share my true feelings with her, but better late than never.—W.M., Chevy Chase, Maryland
A STUDENT TEACHES HIS SEXY PROFESSOR A THING OR TWO ABOUT THE ART OF JERKING OFF
I am a nineteen-year-old college freshman, and I recently had a most unusual conference with my English professor. I guess most people think of professors as men in their late forties or older, but I had lucked into a class taught by an attractive woman in her lat
e thirties, who was in excellent physical condition.
We were sitting at a table in her office talking about my work for her class when, unexpectedly and to my great surprise, she brought the conversation around to the subject of masturbation. When she started talking about it I was quite embarrassed and found myself beginning to sweat. I guess I'd always thought of her as being above such mortal needs as sexual satisfaction. But as she went on I became more aware of her as a human being with desires like everybody else.
She talked about how lonely she felt in her big house on the other side of town and explained that sometimes the only release she got was through intense masturbation. Then she asked me for my thoughts on the subject.
To tell you the truth, I was so taken aback I didn't know what to say. Finally I thought, what the hell, took a deep breath, and just said what came into my head.
“Well, to get relaxed,” I began, “I put on a little AC/DC, lie down on my bed, pop in my favorite porno flick with the mute button on, apply a little lubrication and get a good rhythm going.” I couldn't believe I was actually confessing my most private activity to, of all people, my English professor!
“You know,” she said thoughtfully, “I've never seen a man actually doing that. Would you mind giving me a demonstration?”
A demonstration? I was flabbergasted. I couldn't even speak. Then I felt her foot running up my leg under the table. She wriggled it up my thighs and into my crotch, creating a huge bulge in my pants. I managed to stutter, “Uh, sure. Yeah, I guess that would be cool. Do you want to go back to my place?” To this day, I can't figure out why I said that. My place is a pigsty I share with two other guys. This year alone, it probably produced at least three species of bacteria previously unknown to man.
But we went to my place. Luckily, my roommates were out and the professor didn't comment on our housekeeping. She just went into the bathroom and found a bottle of my finest baby oil. Then she led me into the bedroom and helped me remove my pants and shorts before sitting down with me on the bed. She stared at me with expectation.
My cock wasn't hard yet, and if she expected me to just start off like a horny jackrabbit, it wasn't going to happen. I told her I was feeling a little self-conscious. I still thought of her as an authority figure and was finding it difficult to get it up. She just smiled, then lifted up her pleated skirt to reveal her lovely pink slit. I nearly fell over. She wasn't wearing panties and my cock began stiffening immediately.
Gazing at my growing schlong, she brought her hand to her crotch and slowly eased her index finger into her moist cunt. She smiled as she did this, saying, “I see I've managed to get your attention.” She giggled and rolled her head back and forth as she placed a second finger inside her sweet juicy snatch.
I was fully erect now and had to relieve my lust. I applied some of the oil to my boner and began jerking my meat so hard I thought I might rip it off. This got the lady excited because she started finger-fucking herself harder than before.
In a few moments I felt the warmth of an oncoming orgasm. I heard my professor softly mewling as she approached her own climax. Then she began vibrating, her breasts and thighs quivering. That did it! I had to blow my wad then and there. I stroked so fast my hand was a blur. Soon my cock shot forth a stream of hot, creamy come all over the front of her skirt and thighs. It must have startled her because she later confessed to me that she'd never seen a man shoot so far and hard before.
A few days later I was pleasantly surprised to find a smiley face drawn on my English exam paper. I must have made a few brownie points!—R.Q., Tampa, Florida
HER BOYFRIEND WORKED FOR A HOCKEY TEAM, SO SHE GAVE HIM A REALLY BIG PUCK
My boyfriend Tom worked as a referee for the Western Hockey League. At the beginning of last season he bought me a season ticket for one of the special spectator's boxes at our local arena.
Most of the time when Tom was working the games, I sat with his family in a lower section of the stadium; but on the nights he was off, he and I would watch the game from our private box. After the first few times I began to fantasize about having a wild sexual encounter in that box, but because the arena was his place of employment, I wasn't sure how Tom would react. So I didn't say anything.
But as the season was coming to an end, I decided I had to give it a try. I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I figured I would just make it up as I went along. After all, we always had great sex together, and whatever I did, I knew he'd enjoy it.
It was one of the last games of the season. Tom and I always arrived early for the games, going in through a special entrance with the other referees. That way I could see the refs and the players getting ready for the game. It turned me on to see how and where they prepared. Passing the changing rooms we could catch the scent of young men sweating from their pre-game workout. It excited me deeply.
Tom and I made our way up the stairs to our box. Almost immediately the waitress appeared at our door, asking if we would like a beverage or anything to eat. We both ordered a drink, and when she brought them I quietly told her that we wouldn't be needing anything else during the game.
Through the big glass window I saw the arena lights go down as the National Anthem began playing on the sound system. Tom removed his coat, then moved toward me to help me with mine. I stood there and let him unbutton my floor-length overcoat. By the time he reached the third button he stopped in surprise. Under the coat I was wearing nothing but a chain-linked black bra, a black leather G-string and spiked heels.
Tom closed the coat quickly and asked what the hell I was thinking. I had to laugh at the expression on his face. I told him to just relax, sit down and enjoy whatever happened. I could see how nervous he was but I knew that once things got started, he would soon forget where we were and let everything take its course.
I opened the coat again and finished undoing the buttons. I slowly slid the coat off my bare left shoulder, and then off the right one. Then I let it fall and stood in front of him in my near-nudity. His face was a faint shade of red, and the way he was squirming in his seat was so cute. I liked to see him squirm once in a while. It seemed to bring out the boy in him.
I turned my back to him and slowly bent over to spread my coat out on the floor, knowing that my ass, with the butterfly tattoo that turned him on so much, was almost directly in his face. Then I proceeded to lie down on my coat, face up.
As I sprawled there in front of him I reached behind me to unhook my bra, then slowly pushed the straps down over my shoulders. It was a little chilly in the room, which caused my exposed nipples to harden almost instantly. I placed my index finger and thumb in my mouth to moisten them, then brought them to the hard pink nubbins, rubbing and playing with them, until they were so stiff you could have hung a baseball cap from either one.
I undid the clip on the left side of my G-string, slowly lifting my right leg up in the air to take it off. This gave Tom a clear view of my bald, open pussy. As I brought my leg back down I placed my foot on his crotch, wriggling the toe of my spike-heeled shoe against his semihard penis. Again I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked on them, but this time I lowered them to my naked pussy, pushing two of them inside and letting my flowing juices get them even wetter. I slid my index finger up to my clit, rubbing and stroking it until my legs began to quiver. My fingers pumped in and out of my now wet pussy, slowly, then faster. My ass rose and fell rhythmically. With my other hand I cupped my right tit, bringing it to my mouth. My tongue quickly flicked over my nipple and I began to suck on it. After a minute I released it, removed my fingers from my dripping pussy and brought them up to my mouth, sucking them and thoroughly enjoying the taste of my own juices.
Tom couldn't sit still and watch anymore. He swiftly lowered his pants and came toward me. I stopped him, stood him in front of the big window and knelt down in front of him, placing the head of his cock in my mouth. My tongue circled around the tip, then traveled down the iron-hard shaft. I began to lick and suck his balls, my warm
tongue moving underneath them and flicking rapidly up and down until I felt him quivering with desire.
Now he reached down to pull me to my feet. His hand went between my legs, his fingers probing my pussy and stroking and rubbing my clit as I squirmed against him. Neither of us could wait any longer. I found his stiff throbbing cock with my fingers and guided it into me. We began to make love right there against the window.
The moment was too intense for us to worry about whether or not we were being watched. Tom leaned against the glass with my body wrapped around him, holding me by the ass and virtually bouncing me up and down on his stiffly straining prick. I writhed and moaned, finally bursting into an orgasm as he blew his warm load deep into my pussy. Then we dropped to the floor, dripping with perspiration and love juice.
After we recovered our senses and gathered our clothes, we looked out the window to see how the game was going. Only then did we realize that we were the game. We had been on the big-screen arena TV all along. Everybody, including fans, vendors and even players, had watched our sexual encounter!
Needless to say, we were embarrassed, but we had had so much fun that at that point neither of us minded very much. Of course, Tom had to look for another job, but even he said it was worth it!—Name and address withheld
A WILDLY EROTIC ENCOUNTER WITH A SEXY BELLY DANCER. OR IS IT ALL JUST A DREAM?
The sweet pungent scent of incense filled the dimly lit room. She sauntered onto the dance floor with arms and hip movements designed to mesmerize any healthy man. She appeared to be double-jointed; it seemed to be the only explanation for the movements she was making with her hips and pelvis. I watched her with fascination, thinking of how I would love to be the recipient of those movements in private.
The hypnotic lighting seemed to emanate from the sequins on her scanty costume and from the jewel fixed in her belly button. I was comfortably situated on several of the multi-colored pillows that were strewn around the room. I had to strategically place one of them in front of me so she couldn't see the effect she was having on me. Her snake-like arm movements combined with the rolling undulations of her hips and belly were causing my manhood to rise to the occasion.
