Letters to Penthouse XI

by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)

  SHE LOVES DANCING WITH HER YOUNG SOLDIER BOY—ESPECIALLY IN BED

  I am a lady of middle-age years who works as a teacher at an army base overseas. I am surrounded by very young men with strong bodies whose muscular thighs especially turn me on. Sometimes while I'm in my car, I pass a group of soldiers on a formation run and I slow down to admire their beautiful young bodies.

  However, I am not really a promiscuous person. In fact, until recently I hadn't had sexual intercourse in several months. This deprivation was having an effect on me. I often dreamed of passionate sex, dreams in which my face was buried in another woman's crotch as I licked her pussy and lapped up her juices. Or sometimes I dreamed a huge penis was stroking and sliding into my juicy wet cunt. Then, of course, I would wake up alone, my pussy juice running down my thighs.

  For occasional entertainment I went to the NCO club on “oldies but goodies” night to dance the evening away. One night at the club I met Charlie, a staff sergeant who loved to dance. We would stay out on the floor for five or six consecutive numbers. Charlie perspired heavily and the sweat would run down his chest until his shirt was sticking to his well-defined body. When I got tired he would dance with other women. The man seemed to have nonstop energy.

  Soon I found myself looking for Charlie whenever I visited the club. I began to dress more daringly too. When I danced in my tight-fitting jeans, showing off my plump ass, and a shirt that molded to the shapes of my firm breasts, I don't think any of the guys would have guessed I am a grandmother. I met several men who tried to get me into bed but I wasn't interested. Horny as I was, men who are too forward about their desire to fuck me just turn me off. I turned them all down.

  Charlie was different. He seemed to be interested in me only as a dance partner. Then one night he asked if I would like to go to a special charity ball the following week. I hesitantly accepted. I liked Charlie but he was so much younger than I was that I worried about going out with him.

  On the night of the ball I wore a snugly fitting black velvet dress. I felt sexy and looked great. I got lots of attention from some of the men but I stayed aloof. When Charlie took me home he was a perfect gentleman. To show my appreciation I decided to invite him to dinner the next evening.

  During our dinner I discovered that Charlie was twenty-five years old, the same age as my daughter. I told him then that even though I enjoyed his company, I didn't think I should see him anymore because he was too young. Charlie disagreed, saying he had often dated older women.

  After dinner we went out for a walk on the cliff that runs alongside the base. At one point I stopped to look out to sea, standing against the guard rail. Charlie stood just behind me and I felt his body barely touching mine. Then I felt something else. His hard pulsing erection was lodged in my ass crack. It felt wonderful. I couldn't keep myself from leaning back against him and rubbing a little. Charlie pressed closer. Then his hands were roaming over my body. After months without sex it didn't take much for me to reach the point of orgasm. In a moment I was experiencing my first male-induced climax in six months.

  Charlie continued gently massaging my body. My panties were sopping wet and I could feel the moisture saturating my stockings. I turned around in his arms, moving my crotch back and forth against his hard penis. He reached down and clutched my ass, kneading it passionately, while our mouths came together and our tongues met.

  At that point a car slowly drove by. Looking over Charlie's shoulder I saw a couple watching us as they passed. I pulled away from him and started walking home.

  At my house I took a shower and changed into shorts and a T-shirt. I had mixed emotions about engaging in sex with a man young enough to be my son. We sat on the sofa to watch a movie, but in a minute Charlie's arm wrapped around my shoulders and his hand stroked my thigh. My pussy was still hot and eager so it wasn't difficult to get me worked up. Charlie began fondling my breast. His mouth found mine, his tongue searching and probing. He knew I was still worried about the difference in our ages so he used all his skills to get me in the mood.

  He got down on the floor, pushed my shorts to the side and buried his tongue deep inside my pussy. Part of me wanted to push his head away, but it felt so wonderful that I also wanted his tongue to remain buried in my wet, gushing crevice forever. Soon his face was covered with my thick pussy juice. I pulled his head away momentarily, bending down to taste my own moisture on his lips. Then he resumed licking and sucking my pussy until I had a vibrating, screaming orgasm.

  All my inhibitions were gone now. As he stood up I unzipped his pants and began to lick and suck his dick, deep-throating him without a second thought. I sucked his twenty-five-year-old cock as I had never even sucked my late husband's. Then I took him by the hand and led him to my bed. I removed my shorts, but left on my T-shirt. I got on top of him and impaled my wet pussy on his eightinch shaft. Then I fucked him like the sex-starved woman I was, moving up and down on that pole and fucking so intensely that I had three screaming orgasms.

  We made hot, passionate love while sweat ran down our bodies. Charlie reached up and removed my shirt. As he massaged and sucked my bouncing breasts I had another shattering orgasm. Finally I rolled over, wanting to feel a man's strong body on top of me, and Charlie didn't disappointment me. We fucked intensely for about thirty minutes, his taut belly slapping a steady rhythm against mine. I lost track of how many times I climaxed.

  I fell asleep in his arms. Since then we have continued to see each other. I still sometimes have guilt feelings about having sex with a younger man. However, the feel of his strong young dick in my pussy drives those thoughts out of my head. Maybe the old rules are outmoded and in need of change. All I know is, I have found a terrific man, and he fucks me like a stallion.—Name and address withheld

  WAITING FOR A TRAIN TO PASS, THE WHISTLE ISN'T THE ONLY THING BLOWING

  About a month ago my boyfriend Lenny picked me up after work because my car was in the shop. I was working the late shift and it was midnight when I got off. It was a warm summer night and I couldn't wait to get home and fuck Lenny. All evening I had been thinking of the things I wanted to do to him when I got home.

  At lunch I'd left a hot, detailed message on his answering machine, telling him what I was thinking about and saying he'd better get some sleep because it was going to be a long night. Meanwhile, it took forever for the clock to reach midnight.

  “Hi, handsome,” I said as I got into his truck. I leaned over and kissed him, a long, lingering kiss that I knew my co-workers who were watching would comment on the next day.

  “Hi, Bar-b-q,” he grinned as he put the truck in gear. “You spicy tonight?”

  I moved closer to him and saw the bulge my sexy kiss had created in his shorts. I reached over and slowly rubbed his crotch. I love to tease his hard cock.

  “Barbara,” he moaned. “I'm trying to drive.”

  “Let's go back to the parking lot,” I suggested. But just then we were approaching a railroad crossing and the gates were coming down. The warning signal clanged to indicate that a train was coming.

  “Damn,” Lenny said as he put the truck into park.

  “This could take a while,” I said as I reached into his shorts and teased the tip of his cock with my finger. “They run long trains this time of night.”

  He caught his breath as I stroked his stiff pole more boldly. “All right,” he said, unzipping himself. “Blow me. I know that's what you want to do.”

  That was exactly what I wanted to do and I did it. Lenny has a beautiful cock that I love to suck. I get off on the taste of his semen. I bent down and took his hard, throbbing tool in my hand as I teased the tip with my tongue.

  “Yeah, Barb,” he groaned, as I took him between my lips and lowered my head until he was deep in my mouth.

  I totally forgot where I was. I was barely aware of the noise of the passing train as I nibbled, licked and sucked his manly stiffness, swirling my tongue around it and stroking his balls with my hand.

&nb
sp; “I want to fuck you,” Lenny grunted as he ran his fingers through my hair.

  I felt the wetness oozing between my legs as he fucked my mouth. I moaned, envisioning the tip of his hard cock touching my enlarged clit. I sucked more strongly as I thought of how that gorgeous prick would feel inside me when I got him home. His hips pumped, thrusting him deeper into my mouth, every inch of him pulsing.

  “Barb!” he shouted as he shot his load into my mouth. I sucked him dry.

  A car horn blared behind us and I quickly sat up. The train had passed. The gates were up.

  Lenny fumbled as he put the truck into drive. “You're a bad girl,” he laughed.

  “I know,” I said, smiling as I zipped up his shorts.

  Now every time I come to that railroad crossing on my way home from work, my crotch moistens and my nipples harden as I remember that nice long train.—B.N., Tulsa, Oklahoma

  A HOUSE-SITTING DATE TURNS INTO A LYING DOWN TRYST WITH A HOT HOSTESS

  Last Saturday I had a date with a girl named Connie. I had originally asked her out several weeks before but she had put me off. Finally she called to explain that she had recently broken up with her boyfriend and had needed some time to heal. She was house-sitting that night and wondered if I'd like to come over.

  When I caught my first glimpse of Connie that night, I immediately knew she wasn't wearing a bra. Her excited nipples poked out the material of her sheer, tight black dress. Her hair was loose around her face and her eyes shone brightly. She made us a couple of drinks and we sat and talked for a while. We laughed a lot and I felt very close to her. I was about to make a move on her when she gave me a special smile and put her hand in my lap.

  Connie stroked my raging erection and when she unbuttoned my pants and fumbled with my zipper, I was more than willing to help her. I could see her breasts heaving beneath the thin black dress. Her gentle handling of my cock inflamed me more than I can say. I knew I could satisfy her and was dying to.

  At her suggestion, we went upstairs. In her bedroom we stripped off our clothes in a flash. I was pleased to find that Connie's body was even more luscious than I had expected. I kissed her lips and nuzzled her neck. We lay in bed and I stroked her body. Her creamy thighs were covered with goose bumps. I lightly touched her pubic hair with my fingers as I licked her hard, excited nipples. Then I crawled between her legs and guided my cock into her opening. I was a little nervous so I went as slowly as I could.

  Connie was very tight. I pressed gradually into her hot, wet hole, slowly filling her up. “Yes,” she moaned. “Oh yes, please do me, lover!” Then she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper into her wet pussy. Once my dick was entirely inside her sweet tight cunt, I leaned over and kissed her beautiful face.

  She gasped passionately as I stroked in and out of her honey-hole. I reached down to rub her clit as I fucked her. When I felt her pussy muscles grasp my cock like a vise, I began to come like crazy, harder than I ever had before, and Connie screamed in ecstasy.

  When it was over we were too exhausted to move. I felt Connie's heart beating rapidly when I placed my hand on her perky breast. I told her I thought this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. She laughed and said she thought so too.—D.O., Akron, Ohio

  THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A SEXY DENTAL ASSISTANT TO MAKE A MOUTH FEEL GOOD

  Like everyone else I know, I always used to hate going to the dentist. That all changed about a year ago when my dentist hired a new assistant. Her name is Nancy and she is a knockout. She is everything a man desires in a woman. She has a gorgeous smile, luscious lips, ample breasts and a wonderful ass. Then there are her eyes—cat's eyes—green and penetrating.

  Recently I had a session at the dentist's office that I will never forget. I showed up for my appointment and was greeted by Nancy. It seems my dentist had to go to the hospital because his wife was expecting. Seeing as I was only there for a checkup, Nancy said she would give me a cleaning on the house. I agreed, of course, because I enjoyed being in her company.

  As I settled into the chair I was consumed, as usual, with an urge to touch her. But this time I finally acted on my compulsion. As Nancy was preparing to work on my mouth, I placed my hand on her creamy inner thigh. I held my breath as she stopped what she was doing and looked at me with those lovely eyes. After what seemed like an eternity, she smiled at me, spread her legs apart and said, “It's about time!”

  I pulled up her skirt, exposing a pair of white thong panties. I quickly removed them to reveal a beautifully trimmed pussy. Nancy swiftly mounted me as I lay in the chair, placing her cunt directly over my mouth. Her juices were flowing freely as I thrust my tongue deep into her steaming snatch. She began moaning and grinding her cunt against my mouth. I continued to probe her sweet-tasting pussy, driving her close to orgasm.

  Suddenly Nancy decided I needed an oral examination. She was facing the foot of the chair as she sat on my face. Reaching down, she unzipped me and released my cock. It had been hard for some time. Nancy quickly bent over and swallowed my dick in one gulp. She was really hot now. She sucked me faster and faster as my tongue continued to probe her pussy. Finally she let go of my cock and shouted, “I'm coming!” Then she cried out with pleasure as my mouth was flooded with her sweet come.

  After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Nancy said, “Now I want you inside me.”

  I had never been so excited in my life as she swung herself around and straddled me. She let herself down swiftly as my shaft slid effortlessly into her slick cunt. She rammed her tongue into my mouth, tasting her own juices on my lips. She was in complete control as she worked her hips up and down, squeezing and releasing my cock with her cunt muscles. I didn't think I could last much longer inside this red-hot sex pistol.

  Nancy kicked it into high gear now, riding me for all she was worth. I pulled open the top of her white uniform and put my hands on her beautiful tits. She began moaning and panting heavily. I was ready to explode when she said, “I'm coming again. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you come.”

  The girl was almost more than I could handle, but I was sure as hell trying. I grabbed her firm ass cheeks and with one last push I thrust my cock as deep as I could into her soaking pussy. The pressure in my penis was unbearable as I let out a moan and filled her honey-hole with my cream. At the same time she screamed and pushed down hard on my rod. Her cunt convulsed as she exploded with ecstasy. Then she collapsed into my arms.

  We lay together for a few minutes, totally spent. A short time later I left, but only after getting Nancy's number. Since then she's been making house calls.—G.L., Pierre, South Dakota

  SHE KEEPS HER STOCKINGS UP WITH GLUE, AND KEEPS HIS PENIS UP WITH PASSION

  Call it fate, karma, or sheer dumb luck. I moved to a new city and less than a week later I rammed my grocery cart into Stan's backside.

  I admit to being distracted. It was a fine backside and the cart was longer than the ones at my old store. I simply misjudged my gawking distance.

  I didn't recognize him at first but I've known Stan since second grade. He wasn't tall or muscular then, but the blue eyes were there, and the curly hair that had caused his mother no end of grief.

  “Your hair doesn't stand on end anymore!” was my first clever remark.

  “Hair glue,” he said briefly.

  A few days later I was getting ready for our first date. It wasn't really a date, but a cocktail party with some of Stan's business associates. He needed an escort and I had been very willing. My dress was black, backless, short and tight. Tight enough to show the line of my thong panties, short enough to preclude a garter belt, so I had to glue my stockings to my legs to keep them up. I have big, conspicuous nipples and they showed plainly through the slinky fabric of my dress.

  The party was deadly. Everyone was either old or should have been. The men all leered and tried to get their hands on me. The wives gave me sour looks from under their fluffy hairdos (wigs in some cases) and made snide comments. Stan's eyes were m
erry whenever he looked at me.

  “There's a jazz bar not too far from here,” he said as he inserted himself between me and one very persistent dirty old man. “Want to check it out?”

  The bar was hot, loud, and crowded. We could find only one bar stool. I sat on it and Stan wedged himself behind me. When the music started up, so did Stan. One hand slid across my belly and the other rested on my bare back.

  “You look fabulous,” he said directly into my ear. His fingertips started to work under my dress, inching smoothly across my ribs and toward my breasts. His other hand dropped down to my leg to push up my skirt. After a brief exploration of my thigh, he spoke again. “How the hell are you keeping these things up?”

  “Body glue,” I said briefly.

  His fingers crawled slowly across my breast and reached my nipple. He caught the stiffening nubbin between two fingers and began to rub. My nipples like attention and it showed.

  “Stop it,” I said, turning my face toward his. “People are watching.”

  “Of course they are,” he said, giving me a short, moist kiss. He switched to the other tit, repeating his nipple rub while the hand under my skirt reached practically to my ass. I arched a little to give him room to maneuver.

  We only stuck it out for one set. I wasn't really hearing the music anyway. Stan's hands made all the music I needed. His hard-on digging into my back was more important than the lewd stares from the other patrons. My nipples were both hard and tender, and I left a damp spot on the barstool.

  The ride back to my apartment was sexy and sweet. We kissed at every red light. Stan drove with one hand and kept the other on my inner thigh. I had a vision of him kissing his way up my thighs, then parting my pussy lips with his tongue.

  He locked the door behind us as I put my purse on the table. Then his arms embraced me and we kissed with lips, tongue and teeth. He peeled my dress off my shoulders and I stepped out of it, then kicked off my shoes. He dropped to his knees to kiss and nuzzle my belly, though my nipples ached to be sucked and licked. He tongued my belly button. This always drives me crazy because I anticipate a tongue entering a lower crevice.