One night when I didn’t have to be at the theater, I was moping in my apartment with a bad case of terminal horniness. Only the usual crap was on TV, so I rolled a joint and was soon blissfully blown away. I unzipped my jeans—all I was wearing at the time—and slowly began to rub my hand up and down my hardening cock as images of Leigh’s beautiful body played wantonly in my mind’s eye. After about ten minutes I heard a soft knocking at my back door. I quickly stuffed my meat back into my jeans and padded barefoot through the dark kitchen. When I opened the door, there stood Leigh with a glass of scotch in her hand. She looked straight at me and said, “Are you busy?”
Well, I damn near choked. It was like a scene in one of Rhonda Fleming’s movies. Trying to contain myself, I invited Leigh to come in. We sat on the floor in the living room and, perhaps too impetuously, I started to kiss her. She backed off. “I have to go check on my son,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”
During the fifteen minutes before she returned, I barely managed to keep myself under control. I was waiting in the kitchen when I heard her coming back up the stairs. After I let her in, we stood there for a moment, wordless and very close to each other. She had obviously freshened her perfume. We kissed lightly and nuzzled one another for a while, and then I led her back into the living room to resume our kissing. She was tentative for a while, even shy, until my hand wandered to one of her firm, full breasts. Her breathing became uneven as I felt her nipple pressing against her tight sweater. Her lips then parted slightly and her tongue slid into my mouth. Immediately I slipped her sweater over her head and leaned back to look at her.
What a vision! Long red hair cascading over her shoulders, huge green eyes glowing with nervous anticipation, and voluptuous breasts filling a low-cut lacy white bra.
As I kissed her again, I gently pressed her backward until she was lying on the rug, and I slid her jeans down to reveal those magnificent legs. Her white bikini panties quickly followed and I saw that she was indeed an authentic redhead. Placing my head between her creamy thighs, I started to lick her perfect pussy. When I thrust my tongue into her juicy vagina, she moaned and emitted high-pitched noises. “I never knew it felt so good,” she gushed. Was it possible that no one had ever done this to her before? While I was wondering about this, she arched her back, pushed her pelvis into my face and came six ways at once.
When her orgasm was over, Leigh sat up and tried to collect herself. Her eyes were flitting back and forth, trying desperately to focus on something. I knelt behind her, removed her bra and gently squeezed her breasts. She turned around and, as she did so, I stood up. Her beautiful face was now only inches from my hard, swollen cock, and she reached for it almost instinctively with her hand. As she held it, she brought her lips closer and closer to its head, looking up at me all the while. In a little-girl voice she said, “I’ve never done this before, but I’d like to try.”
Leigh touched her lips to the head of my cock and kissed it. She then ran her tongue up and down the shaft. I placed one of my hands on the back of her head and held my cock in the other. “Open your mouth,” I said. She complied. Once I’d placed my cock between her lips, she needed no further help. She took as much of it into her mouth as she could and sucked as hard as she could. Soon she started to moan, pumping her mouth faster and faster. The head of my cock was completely in her throat. Both my hands were now holding her head and I slowed her rhythm. Each time I pushed my cock slowly forward, I felt her tongue twining around it. When I pulled it slowly back, she sucked so hard that I thought my soul would leave my body.
After a few more delightful minutes of this, I stopped her head with my hands and announced that I was about to come. Her only response was a grunt and a nod of her head. She resumed sucking furiously. When I did come, I jammed my cock deeper down her throat. Her muffled moans and the convulsive contractions in her throat told me that she was also coming as I shot my load. Semen filled her throat and mouth and dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. She held my cock in her mouth, buried to the hilt, until I stopped shuddering. She then slid her lips slowly up and down the shaft until she had swallowed every last drop of my creamy come.
When it was over and we’d cleaned ourselves up, I begged Leigh to stay the night. Because of her young son, however, she had to leave. We did get together twice again after that night, but then I had to return to New York. With luck, maybe, the same repertory group will ask me back next summer.—Name and address withheld
Pursuit & Capture
BUTTERED SEX IS BETTER SEX—ESPECIALLY IN THE BATHTUB
I am deeply in love with Allison, my very beautiful and outgoing girlfriend. I consider us a perfect couple. We are both in our senior year in high school, and I am sure that we will get married someday. Our sex life is very open, and we talk about almost everything. Allison is thoughtful and beautiful, the kind of girl that any guy would give his right arm to go out with. Her body is, to be honest, the most perfect I have ever made love to. We are both very healthy.
Neither of us is into hard drugs or alcohol, although I smoke an occasional joint. I’ve tried to talk her into getting high with me for some time, but she has been brought up to think all drugs are bad. Finally, though, one day she broke down and promised that she would try it—“just as an experiment.”
A few weeks later, when my parents left town on a business trip, I had almost forgotten Allison’s promise. I called her up and told her to come over, because I had a surprise for her. Her parents were away, too, so she could stay the night. We talked, listened to music, and smoked pot well into the evening. I was becoming quite turned on, thinking of the possibilities. I was in one of my kinkier moods that night and a really far-out idea struck me. I grabbed her hand and led her upstairs into the bathroom. As we kissed, I removed her clothes. Then I ran into my room and grabbed a container of orgy butter that two of my friends had given me as a joke. I returned to Allison, who by that time was slowly masturbating.
I’ll admit that I was pretty stoned, and so was she. We continued kissing for a while, and we stroked each other’s body. Then I removed my clothes and started sucking on her nipples, which were poking out about half an inch. Grabbing a handful of orgy butter, I began to cover every inch of her body with a thick coat of the stuff. She looked so beautiful, standing there in the nude, shimmering in the light. I hungrily kissed her, sending my tongue down her throat, as I slipped my thumb deep inside her tight cunt.
She then applied the butter all over me in great globs. The feeling of that slippery stuff and her hands massaging my body brought me to a new high. I buttered the bottom of the bathtub before we slipped into it, giggling and moaning in pleasure. We fucked for about an hour before we both came.
After a short recovery, we slipped into the most sensual 69 position and I sucked her pussy until my tongue went numb. I could taste my come mixed with her pussy juices and the orgy butter. Just before I was about to come for a second time, I pulled my cock out other mouth and shot about a gallon of hot sperm all over her tits and face. With my face still buried in her delicious pussy, I proceeded to massage my sperm into her stomach and tits.
After she had climaxed via my tongue, I asked her to roll over on her stomach. She knew what I was about to do, and she moaned as my thick cock eased its way into her ass. Gasping, she rolled on top of me, still keeping my cock up her ass, and started going into a hump-and-grind motion. She was pumping so fast that I couldn’t even focus on her hips. All of a sudden, she started screaming at the top of her lungs and her whole body started shaking. She swung her head back and sunk her weight down on my whole cock, which was pumping hot sperm into her.
We lay there for a few minutes, getting our breath back, before we took a long shower, kissing and rubbing each other’s body. We then dried each other off and went to bed, talking about all that had happened. Now we’re planning to do something outrageous every month, and if anything really interesting happens, you’ll be the first to know.—D.N., San Francisco, Calif.<
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BUSINESSWOMAN GOES GOOFY OVER CANADIAN GUY
I’ve had some pretty exciting adventures, many worthy of writing to Penthouse Letters about, but most of them occurred a few years ago, when I was in my mid-twenties and unmarried. At thirty-one, however, after being married for five years, I felt old and out of the romance game. No one had made a serious pass at me in a couple of years, although I do have a slim figure, long blond hair, and a thirty-seven-inch bust.
But all that changed last spring, when I was in Los Angeles on a business trip and got involved in an unexpected, romantic and sexually exciting affair. After visiting several of my company’s California offices for two weeks, and entertaining clients, I really bad little energy left to enjoy myself—or so I thought.
One night, I decided to dress up and treat myself to a good dinner in L.A.’s posh marina area. As I waited for a free table, a man sat next to me at the bar and introduced himself as Gary. We talked until his table was announced. He took me to meet his friends, Larry and Tom. The three men talked me into joining them for dinner.
The four of us had a pleasant evening. I was especially interested in Tom, a Canadian who was being advised by Gary in the purchase of a new sailboat. Tom was handsome enough to be a male model—soft, thick, brown hair, a well-trimmed full beard, the most enchanting sea-blue eyes I’d ever seen, and a tall, slim, muscular body. He was only twenty-six.
Gary and Larry departed early, seeing that Tom and I had hit it off. After dinner, he and I had a drink and talked some more. Although Tom wanted to make a date for the next night, I politely declined. When I returned to my hotel, I couldn’t help wondering if I had made a mistake by not inviting him to come with me.
The next evening, I went for a nightcap at a lounge where I had become a regular. I began drowning my loneliness, wondering if I would ever see Tom again. There was a possibility that I would see him, since I’d told him that I usually had an evening cocktail at this lounge, but it seemed like a long-shot hope. I was overwhelmed, therefore, when Tom walked in at a little before nine and handed me a lovely pink rose.
I told him how sweet he was, and how surprised and happy I was to see him again. After we’d had a drink together, Tom excused himself and said he would be right back. I thought he was going to the men’s room, but he returned a few minutes later with another rose. Now I was altogether enchanted by this man.
Deciding to go and have a look at his new boat at the marina, we walked out to his fancy pickup. When I got in, I found twenty-two more roses on the seat. I was really blushing now. Tom explained that he had been prepared to bring the flowers into the lounge all night, one at a time, to show how he felt about me. By the time we arrived in the marina parking lot, we were both feeling pretty horny. Without even seeing his new boat, we turned around and drove back to my hotel.
In my room, we immediately began kissing passionately, and Tom soon started to undress me. The sight of my breasts caused him to gasp with admiration and desire. He caressed them and gently sucked my nipples, and I excitedly removed his shirt. He had a muscular chest and strong arms, and very little hair on his tanned body. Although I’d always preferred men with hairy chests, in Tom’s case it didn’t matter.
Tom kept saying that he loved me, that I had turned him on as no other woman ever had before. It didn’t sound corny because he was so sincere. Since I would be leaving California the next morning, we both knew that after this one night together, we probably would never see each other again.
It felt great to be in his arms, but I had one worry as he rose to take off his pants. What if his cock was small and thin? (We had not even made it to the bed. We were on the floor together.) Under his pants he was wearing ugly print bikini shorts, and I anxiously waited to see what treat they held. When the shorts came off, the most beautiful cock I had ever seen was revealed— long, thick, too big to be believed. I couldn’t contain my excitement as he slid down into a 69 position and we began to taste each other’s treats. It was one of the high points of my entire life—and it only got better when he got on top of me to begin the most divine fucking I’ve ever known.
Tom’s energy seemed endless, and his erection never wilted. As he pumped it into my eager pussy, I soon felt the start of a wonderful orgasm. Usually, I have one short-lived orgasm and my excitement fades, but as Tom kept thrusting his splendid cock deep inside me, my cunt responded with the longest, keenest orgasm of my life. When I thought it was subsiding at last, it began to build again to an even greater crescendo of pleasure. I moaned and gasped “thank you” over and over again.
Tom was the most satisfying and considerate lover a woman could hope for. In a hundred years, I don’t think I could return the joy and gratification he gave me. When we were finally all fucked out, we moved to the bed for some sleep. As soon as we lay down, however, we began kissing and caressing again. His hands were all over my reawakening body, as if exploring it for the first time. Soon he was back on top of me, and we were fucking again with all our might.
The indescribable thrill of it was just as strong and wonderful as before. Tom called my name throughout, as I felt his throbbing cock fill my pussy with sweet, hot come. We were left exhausted and quickly fell asleep in each other’s arms. When we awoke, we showered together, and I shampooed his beautiful hair.
I cannot describe how we sadly lingered over breakfast, dreading that final good-bye. Wherever he is, I’d like Tom to know that it was a night of perfect love that I’ll never forget. I hope we meet again someday.—Name and address withheld
HE COMES TO NURSE’S AID; THROWS HER CUNT A CURVE
Recently I was in New Orleans, and I felt like celebrating after closing a very lucrative business deal. As I showered and dressed, I thought about finding a good hooker. Suddenly, I remembered a young woman from our town who had left for a nursing job in New Orleans.
My recollections of Linda were extremely pleasant, since she is a striking beauty, with gray-green eyes and long, dark hair. Extremely shapely, and just a year older than my married daughter, she is a cock-raising combination. Last summer, in the country club swimming pool, I got a hefty erection watching her porpoise through the water with her beautiful ass stuck up in the air.
The thought of fucking Linda was far-out and far-fetched, so I decided that it would be nice just to see her, even if we only shared a bottle of wine and a friendly dinner. I checked the phone book. Sure enough, her name and number were listed. I felt the onset of a throbbing hard-on when she answered the phone in that sweet, sexy voice that I remembered so well. We chatted for a white, and she readily accepted my dinner invitation.
When I arrived at Linda’s apartment, she looked breathtaking in a tight red dress with a slit that stopped just a few inches below hers. When we west out, I felt ten feet tall with such a fantastic dream woman on my arm.
We wined, dined and danced until almost midnight. After a few disco sets, we swayed cheek-to-cheek to a slow romantic number. Holding Linda’s divine tits and thighs against me ignited the fire in my cock and balls that I’d always imagined it would. She glanced up at me in angelic perplexity, as if she was surprised to be causing the big bulge that her cunt was pressing against. I kissed her on the forehead, and she pressed even closer, not in a teasing manner, but as if to volunteer herself in a sublime offering.
Linda suggested that we go to her apartment. As we drove there, she nestled close and ran her hand up and down my straining manhood. We went directly to her bedroom, kissing and hastily undressing one another.
Seeing her naked, perfect body created the largest, stiffest hard-on I had experienced in years. She, in turn, stared with wide-eyed delight at my aching, arched organ. My cock is close to a foot long, and curves downward to a large, purple, flanged head.
Several years ago, in a Tokyo whorehouse, my girl called the madam in after she had washed and hardened me. The madam said it wasn’t unusual for American men to have curved organs. However, she admitted that mine was unusually large. They both
played with it and hefted it, and before the evening was over, I had also sampled the delights of the informative madam.
Linda and I fell onto the bed in a 69 position. Her warm, moist pinkness came alive to my tongue, white she managed to take most of my cock down her pretty throat in expert fashion.
I have found that my flared, flanged glans acts much like a French tickler, and the curvature of my shaft constantly tantalizes ladies with large, swollen clits, usually delighting them into a multi-orgasmic frenzy. I was impatient to give Linda’s cunt a taste of my special tool.
Rolling over her, I jammed and jabbed the swollen head into her fiery, tight foxhole. With her moans urging me on, I slammed my curved cock into her straining, tender slit, jam-packing her gripping cunt. She began a multiorgasm as I pumped deeply and finally unloaded ball-draining gushes into the depths of her small, thrashing body. Later that night, she woke me, almost draining me again with her sweet mourn before I restrained her. I mounted her from the rear, then rolled over and twisted her around. She straddled me for another lingering love session that left my balls empty and her pussy full.
When I departed, early the next morning, she was smiling sweetly in her sleep. I smiled, too, as I reached for the doorknob, thinking that a session with this nurse was just what the doctor ordered.—Name and address withheld
HE PLAYS BALL BY DAY AND BALLS IT UP ALL NIGHT
I am a sophomore football player at a large California university. I was lucky enough to be recruited by dozens of colleges, and visiting six of them was very exciting. There’s one visit I’ll never forget and that’s why I am writing this letter.
My friend, Barry, and I were both recruited by a certain West Coast university. We were greeted at me airport by one of the assistant coaches of the football team. He treated us like kings, and we visited the best restaurants and the wealthiest areas in the city.
On our tour of the town, we saw some of the most sensational ladies that I’ve ever observed. More than anything, I wanted to get my dick wet. At the end of the day, several other recruits suggested that we go out on the town. Barry and I eagerly agreed, thinking of the beauties we had seen earlier.
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