Letters to Penthouse XXXXIV
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Kit’s hand moved under my skirt now, his fingers teasing my upper thighs. It wasn’t long before that hand had reached panty-covered ass. It rubbed over my entire butt, teasing the crack of my ass, and I couldn’t help giving a soft moan. I’d had a couple of boys feel me up before, but Kit was a man, and he knew what he was doing. I felt like a hot piece of butter in his grasp, but all the time he was playing with my ass I still worried about Valerie walking in on us.
Soon both Kit’s hands were inside my panties, squeezing and cupping my ass cheeks. I was his; he could do anything he wanted with me. I felt the hard bulge in his pants as he pressed up against me, and it felt real good. Then suddenly I froze, as out of the corner of my eye I saw Valerie’s reflection in the kitchen window. She was standing in the doorway, watching us.
Kit was facing that way, and must have been aware of her, and yet neither of them gave a sign or said a single word. I now felt very confused, unsure of how to react. But I still didn’t pull away as Kit continued to run his fingers up and down the crack of my ass.
When he finally removed his hands from my panties, I figured he was putting an end to things. But instead he knelt down in front of me, and I felt his hands gliding up the back of my bare legs, under my skirt again, up to the waistband of my panties. Within seconds my underwear was being pulled down my legs. I placed one hand on Kit’s shoulder to steady myself as I picked up one leg, then the other, to let him remove my panties from around my ankles. It was then that I decided that if Valerie was going to stand there behind me and not object as her husband pulled my panties off, I would allow him to do what he wanted. God knows I was enjoying the process.
The waistband of my skirt was elastic, and Kit had no trouble pulling it down to the floor. I now stood in front of him completely naked from the waist down, with his face just inches from my unshaven pussy. I wondered if Valerie’s pussy was unshaven, too, or maybe nicely trimmed. But then I didn’t think about Valerie anymore.
The first thing I felt at my crotch was Kit’s nose as he lightly rubbed it in my pubic hair. He must have enjoyed doing that, because he continued to rub his nose around my crotch area for a while. Occasionally he would plant a kiss on my mound or lap at me with his tongue. This felt so good that I found myself spreading my legs to allow him better access to the slit between them. His tongue quickly found that slit, and then I was in heaven as he sucked and licked away. One of his hands encircled my waist and I felt a finger entering the crack of my ass. I heard myself give a cry of surprise and pleasure as that finger slid inside my asshole. The finger pushed deeper as he lapped at my pussy juices with his warm, wet mouth.
My excitement was mounting, and it was now only intensified by my awareness of Kit’s wife watching us only a few feet away. With his mouth attached to my pussy and his busy finger up my ass, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back. And sure enough, within three minutes I was climaxing wildly, grabbing the back of Kit’s head and holding him firmly in place as I spasmed out of control.
When I was able to compose myself, I put my panties and skirt back on. I glanced at the doorway, but Valerie was nowhere in sight. But I knew she had witnessed her husband eating my pussy, and I knew he had put on a great show for her. And for me. Feeling grateful to Kit, I decided to surprise him in return.
I dropped to my knees and gave him the first blowjob I’d ever given anyone. While I was doing it Valerie came back, but I didn’t stop until Kit shot his jism down my throat. Again, Valerie just watched.
As Valerie walked me to the door she kissed me and asked me if I wanted to come back the next night. After that I was over there almost every evening until I went off to college in the fall. I never actually fucked Kit, but I did everything else with him, and eventually with Valerie, too. I was disappointed when I came home for Christmas and found that they had moved away.
—A.G., Dallas, Texas
Wood Nymph
It was quite hot as I walked through the woods. The muddy creek flowed soothingly nearby, the tall trees swayed in the summer breeze, and the sun dappled the ground as it shone through the thick leaves. I had been walking for hours when I came across a small clearing covered with tall field grass.
This looked like it might be a good place to rest. I struggled to pull my sweat-soaked T-shirt off my back, then rolled it up and lay down in the grass, tucking the shirt behind my head as a makeshift pillow. I dozed off quite quickly, exhausted from my long walk.
I was awakened by the sound of footsteps crunching on fallen leaves. I sat up and opened my eyes to see a beautiful young woman heading in my direction. I thought for certain I must be dreaming. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and stared at her as she walked toward me. She was a bit hesitant in approaching me, but I smiled to assure her that I meant her no harm.
She was tall and blonde, and her figure was splendid, even in the T-shirt and jeans she was wearing. I offered her a drink of fresh water from my canteen, and she accepted, smiling as she sat down beside me. We made small talk for a bit, and though she wouldn’t tell me her name, I couldn’t help feeling that she was as attracted to me as I was to her.
Finally there was a pause in our conversation. In the silence our eyes met, and then I bravely leaned forward and placed a little kiss on her soft lips. She returned the kiss, gently at first, but soon her mouth opened to accept my probing tongue. My hand moved to her breast, caressing it through her shirt and bra. I pressed her gently onto her back, my kisses becoming more frantic as my hand ventured beneath the shirt, sliding up her tummy and undoing the front clasp of her lacy bra. Her breasts were a bit sweaty, but this was really a turn-on, considering that I was hot and sweaty as well.
With my other hand I quickly undid the snap on her jeans and unzipped them, exposing the material of her panties. My manhood was fully erect by now, clamoring to be freed from the constraints of my pants and briefs. I hopped to my feet and swiftly pulled them off, watching her face as my stiff eight inches came into sight. She caught her breath and reached for me as I dropped back to my knees. I tugged her jeans down over her hips. Her panties started to go with them, but she reached for the flimsy garment reflexively and tugged it back up. Then she realized the absurdity of this, and she smiled at me as she slid the panties back down, exposing her sparsely haired pubic mound.
I couldn’t wait much longer. I bent to kiss her one more time, then gently coaxed her to roll over, resting on all fours. I placed my swollen member between her legs, feeling her soft pubic hair against the shaft. Pulling back slightly, I could feel the throbbing head sliding the length of her valley of love. I reached with my left hand and guided myself in. Little by little I pushed my length inside her, feeling the tight warmth of her pussy as it clasped my thickness. Once I was fully inserted I struggled to my feet, legs spread wide like a bull’s, my hands grasping her hips. I pulled out of her nearly all the way, until I felt her inner lips around my cockhead, then thrust myself in again. I did this a number of times as she moaned and pushed back at me, until my legs got too tired to continue.
Drawing myself out of her temporarily, I lay on my back in the tall weeds and pulled her down on top of me. Her back was to me as she lowered herself, reaching for my cock and guiding me inside her again. She gasped with pleasure as she did so, and we slowly became one as she sank down on me all the way. Reaching around her with both hands, I frantically grabbed her breasts, pulling her down until she lay flat on top of me, her back against my chest. I arched my body, humping up into her, pushing my manhood still deeper. The hot sun shone down upon us as we fucked each other, sweating, panting, and moaning. The trees swayed, the clouds passed overhead, the creek flowed by, and we seemed to become one with all that as she cried out in ecstasy and I filled her with my essence.
When I awoke she was gone.
—S.R., Wayne, Michigan
Porsche Pickup
This occurred when I was eighteen years old, and if it hadn’t happened to me I wouldn’t believe it myself.
I walked over to the car, figuring that they were lost and needed directions. “How are you this afternoon?” asked the man.
“Fine,” I answered.
“I need to ask you a question, if you don’t mind.”
I shrugged. “Sure.”
“How would you like to fuck my wife?” the man said.
I was dumbfounded. I had no idea what to say. I had heard of things like this happening to other people, but had never thought it could happen to me. But from what I could see, the woman looked attractive, and I was young and horny. “Sure!” I said nervously. At that point I saw the woman’s eyes light up with delight.
I got into the backseat at their invitation, and the car started up. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. “I’m George,” the man said. “And this is my wife, Sally.”
“I’m Dan,” I said, still nervous.
“So how old are you?” asked Sally.
“I’m eighteen,” I replied.
“Have you ever had sex with an older woman?” she asked.
“No, but I have been with four different girls my own age.” After that we made some more small talk, until the car pulled into a motel parking lot.
Once inside the room we sat and talked for a while. I was wearing shorts and a cutoff tank top, and as we talked Sally started to rub my bare thigh. Immediately my cock began to swell. Sally quickly turned her attention to the growing bulge in my shorts. “That looks nice,” she said as she started unbuttoning my shorts. I looked at George to make sure he wasn’t getting mad or anything, and I saw that he had moved the coffee table to get a better view of what his wife was doing.
By this time Sally had my eight-inch cock out of my shorts and was stroking it gently. “That is a nice cock,” she said. I stood up and took off my shorts. My cock was level with her mouth, and she started kissing it in a way it had never been kissed. Then with one smooth stroke she took over half of it into her mouth, and I almost fainted. None of the girls I had been with had known how to suck cock like this. Eager to see Sally naked, I reached down and pulled her to her feet. We kissed passionately, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. I reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, soon discovering that she wasn’t wearing panties. She had a nice firm ass, which felt great in my hands. As I rubbed it she pulled her shirt up over her head and revealed the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. She was completely naked in front of me. My cock was hard as a diamond and sticking straight out.
I heard a noise coming from the corner of the room and looked around to see George stroking his own cock. “Don’t worry about him,” Sally said as she began to caress my dick again. I put my hand on her pussy, and she let out a gentle sigh as I slid a finger into her slit. I found it was as wet as a river. This was great! I laid her back on the couch and began to kiss her slit gently, while kneading her breasts with my hands. Sally began to squirm as I did this, so I went on, licking the length of her pussy and getting my first taste of cunt juice. It was so sweet I couldn’t stop as Sally writhed and wriggled under my inexperienced mouth. I put my tongue into her cunt as far as it would go, experiencing a different taste as Sally bucked like a wild horse. Then I realized she was having an orgasm, and I slurped up every ounce of her juices with my eager mouth.
“That was soooo good,” Sally said, sitting up. “Now I want that cock inside me.” She pushed me down on the floor and climbed on top of me, then slowly slid herself down the length of my shaft. “Oh God!” she moaned as she took the last inch of my cock inside her wet hole. “It’s so big! I’ve never had a cock quite this big before.” With that she began to rock back and forth, grinding her hips into mine. I looked at George once more and saw that he was jacking off wildly, while looking straight into Sally’s eyes. “Oh my God! I’m coming again!” Sally cried, slamming herself up and down on my ramrod with all the strength in her body.
When she calmed down I rolled her over and got on top of her and began to fuck her for all I was worth, while she bucked her hips up to meet my every stroke. She was moaning and I was loving it. “Fuck me doggie-style,” she panted, pulling away and getting up on her knees. I couldn’t wait to get my cock back into that hot wet cunt. When I did I started to bang her like a wild man. When I glanced over to the corner I saw that George was gone. Then I saw him move around in front of Sally and put his cock into her mouth.
Wow! My first threeway. I pounded away at her as she sucked on her husband’s dick. I could hear her muffled moans, and I could see George’s twisted face as the spasmodic movements of her mouth on his cock sent him over the edge. “I’m coming!” George yelled, throwing his head back as Sally sucked him frantically to get every drop of his cream. This sent me over the edge, and I fucked her wildly as I shot a huge load into her pussy. Sally met my every stroke, and soon exploded in a final orgasm of her own. George staggered back to his chair as Sally and I collapsed on the floor.
Soon we caught our breath and got dressed. As I was about to leave, Sally kissed me gently on the mouth and told me she had had the time of her life. I never saw George or Sally again, but I will surely never forget them.
—D.H., San Antonio, Texas
Her Mother Was Right
I was having lunch alone in the food court in the mall below the office building where I work when a short, slight blonde with huge eyes asked if she could sit down next to me.
She said her name was Annette, and for some reason she looked vaguely familiar. She told me she had just turned twenty-one, and had recently moved here from Sandusky, Ohio. I said that was a coincidence, since I had lived in Sandusky many years before, and we talked for a while about Sandusky and how it had changed.
Then Annette hit me with a verbal sledgehammer. She told me she was staying in the hotel adjacent to the mall, and then said, “Would you like to come to my room for a BJ?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “A BJ?” I repeated, thinking maybe the term meant something different to her than it did to me.
But it didn’t. “Yes,” she said. “You know, a blowjob.”
Now this girl was twenty-one and I was forty-eight. What was going on here? I wondered. “Are you a hooker?” I asked her.
She didn’t seem offended, but she shook her head firmly. “No,” she said. “I don’t want money.”
“Well, what the hell,” I said. “Sure.”
We went directly to her room. Annette sat on the bed and pulled me to her by my belt. She got my cock out and took it right into her mouth, trying to suck the come out of my balls. She was damn good. Her hands flew up and down my cock and around my balls and asshole. She had more expertise than your average twenty-one-year-old. I ejaculated all too soon, and my come disappeared down her throat.
Then she stood up and took off her wraparound dress to expose a great body in black lingerie. She wore a ruffled garter belt, sheer black silk stockings, black lace panties, and a black peekaboo bra. She obviously had more than just a BJ in mind. But I still couldn’t understand what she was doing with me, when she could undoubtedly have had just about any young stud she wanted. But she was so pretty, and young, and soft, and thin, that I didn’t have the power to say no.
She slowly stripped off that black outfit for me, and then took off my clothes as well. Then she lay down and opened herself up to me. We kissed, and then we made love. I was intent on showing her that a forty-eight-year-old man could fully satisfy a twenty-one-year-old girl. She was a great fuck, and I tried to pace myself and make sure that she was enjoying it as much as I was.
After about fifteen minutes of intense copulation, she pulled my ear down to her mouth and whispered, “Oh God, you’re as good as she said you were.”
I didn’t have time to ask her who
she was talking about, because for some reason as soon as she said that a surge of lust overcame me and I spurted intensely. My cock twitched involuntarily and I pumped my come deep into her hole.
As I rolled off her I heard her say, “Damn, she was right. Incredible!”
“What?” I said. “What are you talking about?”
Annette was grinning at me. “You know you were telling me about when you lived in Sandusky?” I nodded, and she went on, “Do you remember a girl named Franny?”
“Jesus Christ!” I said. I had almost forgotten, but I had had a girlfriend named Franny back then. We had had an intense affair for a few months. The sex had been great, but there were a lot of obstacles to the relationship, and Franny had finally left me to marry another guy. “How could you know Franny?” I said. “That was so long ago—years before you were even born.”
“I know,” Annette said. “Franny is my mother.”
I stared at her. Christ, I thought, that’s why she looked familiar.
“She still has pictures of you,” Annette said. “She used to tell me about her old boyfriends. She said you were the greatest sex partner she’d ever had, even better than my daddy. She told me that so often that I finally decided I wanted to track you down and fuck you. I wanted to have the same experience she had. And now I have.”