Letters to Penthouse IV (25 page)

After I came, John pulled my head down to his lap and I took as much of his huge, stiff cock in my mouth as I could. I loved watching him pull and tug on his balls while I sucked him. Taking the hint, I also ran my hand between his legs, squeezing and pinching his love-sacks. Seconds later, he filled my eager mouth with his thick, gooey semen. Since the size of his load matched the size of his organs, I couldn’t swallow fast enough, and his come ran down both sides of my mouth.

After resting for a while, John had me play with his cock again, until it stood up like a flagpole. He pulled my panty hose down to my ankles, and I got down on my hands and knees so he could fuck me doggie-style. When I was almost ready to come, he pulled out of my cunt and attacked my rear with his juicy cock. I screamed as he rammed his rod into my asshole, and fingered my cunt while he pumped a hot load deep into my cheeks. After he pulled out, I wet my fingers with his come and stroked my aching clit while I stared at his red, drained prick. After I came in a wave of violent spasms, I cleaned us both up with some Kleenex, and John drove me home. We arranged another date and passionately kissed good night.

I was still horny after I had undressed, so I masturbated in the bathroom while my husband slept. I guess the excitement of John’s cock was too much, as I awoke and had to masturbate twice again during the night. After my husband dressed and left for work in the morning, I pulled my nightgown over my hips and stuck the handle of my hairbrush in my ass as I fingered myself silly. After coming, I stared at my swollen pussy and daydreamed about fucking John in a few hours. I was fully satisfied as I felt the warm, wet sheets under my ass that were soaked with my come.

That night, John picked me up after my shift and we drove to our secluded spot. It was another evening of fantastic sex as I eagerly took his meaty tool in every hole of my body. I was totally content after having about five orgasms.

When I returned home, I guess my husband didn’t hear me come in. I entered the bedroom and found him lying totally nude, with the covers down around his ankles. His face was covered by the issue of
Penthouse Letters
he had been reading, and his hand was rapidly jerking on his stiff cock. He jumped when he heard me, and I said, “If you soil those sheets, I’ll make you lick it up.” He was so embarrassed that he was at a total loss for words. I continued scolding him in a harsh voice, and shouted, “So that’s what you do while I’m out working myself to death!” I told him to finish himself off, but to do it in the bathroom. He begged me to fuck him, but I told him it was his own hand or nothing. I stood in the bathroom doorway and watched him sit on the toilet and jerk himself off. When, he was done, I pretended to still be angry, saying, “Now get to bed, you little sneak.” If he only knew.—
Name and address withheld

KEVIN FUCKS SWEETIE TWO DOZEN TIMES AS RAIN PATTERS ON ROOF

I am a college student from central Illinois and have been dating Kevin for almost one year. We usually fuck seven times a week, but lately our sex life has taken an upward thrust. Last week, for example, our sex life more than tripled. In seven days we fucked twenty-four times. I don’t have the time or space to write about the whole week, but I will tell you about one weekend.

It was a rainy evening, perfect for staying in, I thought to myself as I pulled into the drive. Not knowing what to expect, I opened the door with anticipation. Even though we have been going together for almost one year, my desire for Kevin has only increased. As I went inside, all I heard was the rain on the roof and the music on the stereo. I could see that Kevin was well prepared. I walked through the house to the bedroom, where I knew he would be. I stripped off my clothes all the way. Kevin was lying in bed, his beautiful eight and one-half inches throbbing with anticipation of what was to come.

At the sight of this, I could feel my already damp pussy become even wetter. I was ready to fuck right then, but I could see that he bad other ideas. He poured me a glass of wine and had me lie on the bed and get comfortable. He started licking my ear and nibbling my neck, his hands dancing lightly over my breasts. He continued his journey downward, licking and nibbling all the way. Then on to my second-favorite thing is this world, being eaten. He ran his tongue up and down my pussy lips and then savagely attacked my clit, licking it up and down and side to side, exciting me to the verge of frenzy.

At this point, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him upon me. Then I spread my legs and guided him into me. However, I decided to make him wait and asked him to lie on his back so that I could taste his gorgeous cock. I cupped his balls in one hand (a difficult task, since he has such lovely huge ones) and with my other one guided him into my mouth, knowing that as I did so, he would begin moaning with pleasure. Sure enough, I began hearing low moans, telling me I was doing the job right. Then I concentrated on flicking my tongue over his balls and down to his ass, sticking my tongue up his hole and driving him wild. Then I licked my way back up to the head, covering every inch of his cock with my tongue.

Kevin could take no more and abruptly flipped me onto my back, entering me with one hard thrust. As he began pumping furiously, he covered my neck and face with kisses. I wrapped my legs around him, and I could feel myself climbing to the heights of ecstasy that Kevin always brings me to. In two more fierce thrusts he joined me in the climax of a truly beautiful fuck. We lay there for a while catching our breath and pouring wine down our parched throats. We talked and smoked cigarettes. Soon Kevin started kissing me in such a way that I knew he was ready to fuck again, and so it went all weekend. The only time we were in our clothes was for a few hours when some friends dropped in unexpectedly. It had to be the most exciting weekend I have ever had.—
L.L., Jacksonville, Fla.

AH, SUCH WERE THE JOYS: BOY LOSES VIRGINITY

I have read letters in your magazine dealing with-all sorts of sex, but rarely is there a narrative on that most memorable of moments: the loss of virginity, male or female. When I was a lad of seventeen in Europe forty years ago, the moral standards were far stricter than those of today. I had many girlfriends, but on only one memorable occasion had I been lucky enough to get further than cupping a breast through layers of fabric. I had my arm around a girl whom I had taken to the movies and was able to insinuate my hand into the rather capacious neckline of her dress. However, I barely managed to get my fingers onto her hard, little nipple before she withdrew my hand.

Most of us were still in school, so anything that cost money was a rarity. Our dates were usually spent in me local woods, necking frantically. The girl and I had been into the woods several times before, and we had reached the stage of my fondling her small but firm breasts. As she had a penchant for high-necked dresses, any attempt to advance in that direction would have been futile.

It was a warm summer evening and I had made a rather poor joke about girls’ legs. She pushed me off her and in mock indignation demanded that I check her legs to see “if they aren’t the best you’ve ever seen!” She was wearing a skirt of standard length—a little below the knee—and no stockings. I still am not sure if it was by accident or if she had decided to act the temptress, but when she pulled up her skirt for my appraisal I could see the crotch of her panties. That whiteness contrasting with the tan of her thighs is still crystal-clear in my memory.

I was thrilled at the sight and eased her back onto the grass, smothering her with kisses in hopes of sealing off any protest as I moved my right hand to her thighs. She closed her legs and moved a hand to stop me, but as I touched the fabric and relished the feeling of the stubble beneath, she relaxed her grip on my arm. Soon felt her moisten and her kisses became more responsive.

At each fresh step along the way she moved as if to stop me, then she would relax and I would take advantage of my position. I slowly worked my fingers around the edge of the panties. Then I pulled at them until I could move the fabric aside to get freer access. Now with my right hand caressing her sexually and my left arm around her shoulders, I was faced with the young seducer’s problem. How could I get my pants unfastened? Many kisses later I had freed my arm and moved it down to my fly. The fact that I too was soaking with excitement did nothing to help me free my penis.

I slid across until I was lying on top of her and gradually eased her legs apart with my knees. I was gripping my penis in my hand by this time and when I touched it against her vagina I was far too excited to take things gently anymore. In a frenzy I was in to the hilt and uncontrollably letting fly. The sensation was so exquisite that I could not have made any voluntary move, least of all withdrawn.

Both rather embarrassed, we rearranged our clothes and I took her home. It wasn’t until the following evening, when we had reconciled ourselves to the fact that we had gone all the way, that I produced the contraception jelly I had been carrying hopefully for some months. She let me introduce it into her after she had removed her pants, and during the next couple of hours we enjoyed our newfound thrill seven or eight times. These days I don’t have that kind of energy anymore, but I have learned a lot of tricks over the years!—
D.T., Toronto, Ont., Canada

RESPIRATORY THERAPIST CURES HORNY INTERN WITH BLOW JOB AND MORE

I am a medical intern, on call every third night at the hospital. I’d begun to wonder if I would ever find time for sex during this busy year of training. Between my exhausting duties, which sometimes keep me up for thirty-six hours straight, and my need for sleep to recuperate, I’d begun to resign myself to my condition of unrelieved horniness. However, the other night I stumbled upon a way to combine business with pleasure.

Julia, a sandy-haired beauty, is a respiratory therapist at the hospital. She has a figure that will make any man breathe faster. She’d caught my eye long before we first jokingly discussed our fantasies. She had just completed her evening shift when I boldly suggested that she spend the night with me in the interns’ call room. If she drove home, I explained, she would encounter dangerous road conditions after a heavy snowstorm that day. She blushed and grinned coyly, not taking me seriously at all.

During the next few days, however, the thought of this forbidden breach of professionalism kept recurring to me, and I began to see just how easily it might be accomplished. Julia and I continued to joke about the possibility until we each realized that the other was serious. It developed into a dare from which neither of us wanted to back down.

I felt a glow of excitement as I went about my duties on the night that Julia had agreed to bring her nightgown and toothbrush to work and to spend the night with me in the call room. I figured out how to escort her from our meeting place in the doctors’ lounge to the interns’ call room on the fifth floor with the least possibility of being discovered. We met in the doctor’s lounge after I had tucked three wards of patients into bed and she had finished her ministrations to a wheezing asthmatic.

Half in disbelief, I walked Julia to her locker to get her nightie and toothbrush. My heart raced as I envisioned her buxom figure clad in a transparent negligee. To my joy, when she opened her locker, I saw a scanty black lace nightie hanging there. Aware that my fantasy would soon become reality, I had to fold my white coat over my green surgical pajamas to hide the growing bulge. In a trance of excitement and daring determination, we hurried through the dimly lit halls to my assigned call room, where I usually manage to get no more than two or three hours of light steep. We arrived with pounding chests and heaved sighs of relief as we fell into each other’s arms.

Julia modestly stepped into the closet to put on her nightie. I surveyed the narrow single bed where on other nights I had masturbated while reading
Penthouse Letters
before falling asleep at three or four in the morning. Next to the bed was the telephone, with its threat of interruption, which heightened my awareness of the present moment and of the sensual pleasures we were about to experience. I moved the bed away from the bare wall, for I knew that another intern slept on the other side.

When Julia emerged from the closet in her revealing nightie, I put my arms around her and led her to the bed, now lit up like a stage by a single lamp. I put her at ease by starting slowly to massage her soft shoulders while I sat astride her barely concealed hips. Lying on her stomach, she felt the hardness of my cock growing against the cheeks of her ass.

She rolled over on her back, trembling with excitement. With a wild look in her eyes, she drew me down next to her. We pressed our bodies together and I began to stroke her ample breasts through the nightie. The lace straps fell easily from her shoulders, exposing her magnificent chest, and I began licking and sucking her small, hard nipples. She deftly untied the drawstring on my surgical pajamas and positioned herself to suck my inflamed member. I stroked her wet pussy and thighs while she moved her mouth up and down my hot rod like a piston.

I was on the verge of an orgasm when she pulled herself away from my throbbing penis and snuggled at my side while we kissed, our tongues darting back and forth between our gaping mouths. I pushed her gently on her back and found her wet love box with my tongue after softly biting her inner thighs. Julia rocked her hips slowly, pressing her moist clit into my mouth while my tongue explored her wetness. I brought her to several shaking orgasms in succession with my educated tongue while she bit her lips and screamed into the pillow to muffle her passionate cries.

Then, when we were lying side by side again, she deftly grasped my penis and guided it to her swollen clitoris and used it to massage herself to a frenzy of excitement. I slid my fingers into her dripping pussy just before she erupted into another orgasm. I felt her vagina contract rhythmically. Unable to hold back any longer, I pushed her on her back and thrust my aching penis into her pulsating tunnel of love. For what seemed like hours of ecstasy, I thrust deep inside her tight vagina as she thrust her hips up to meet me with each stroke. We stiffened and rocked spasmodically as we came together, oblivious to the danger of discovery as we cried out and shook the bed.