Letters to Penthouse VI (17 page)

Not too long ago, Jerome's best friend Wayne unexpectedly showed up at our house. He and his wife had been having problems and had temporarily split up. To make matters worse, he'd been laid off his job. He told us he really needed to get away from it all and asked if he could stay with us for a few days. Of course, we said he could.

A few days later he heard us talking about having the house painted. He offered to do the job himself. We agreed that he would stay with us until the painting job was completed. The next morning he went into town to buy the supplies he needed. He started work on the house that afternoon.

I couldn't help but notice how his sweaty, muscular body glistened in the hot summer sun as he worked in just a pair of shorts and no shirt. I can't deny that I spent a bit of time looking out the window, watching him work and wondering what it would be like to fuck him.

When he got ready to paint the highest point on the house, he asked me to come out and hold the ladder steady for him. While he was up on the ladder, I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes. He wasn't wearing anything under his shorts, and they were so loose I could clearly see his penis! Unlike any other guy I'd ever made love with, he was uncircumcised. The sight made me so excited that I could feel my crotch getting damp. I decided right then and there that I had to have him.

When he finished painting the high part, I went into the house to fix us some lunch. I'd been dressing pretty conservatively since he arrived, usually wearing jeans and a loose-fitting top. That day, however, I changed into a pair of shorts and a halter top. Then I carried the lunch tray out to the patio, and called to him to come and eat. You should have seen the look on his face as he came around the house and caught sight of me! It seemed as if he couldn't believe his eyes! I just smiled as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

He sat down across the table from me. As we ate, his eyes were glued to my chest. Each time I reached for my glass, I intentionally bent over enough to show him some cleavage. I was getting more and more turned on watching his reactions. He appeared to be very nervous, yet it was obvious by the bulge in his shorts that he was turned on too.

When we finished eating, he picked up the tray loaded with the dirty dishes to carry it back into the house. He unsuccessfully tried to hide his erection with the tray. Back in the kitchen, he put the tray on the counter next to the sink, and I started washing the dishes. What happened next not only surprised but thrilled me. He stepped up behind me and put his arms around me, cupping both my breasts in his hands. He said, “You're so damn sexy. I just can't keep my hands off you!”

With that, I untied my halter top, giving him access to my tits, and leaned back against him. My hands soon found their way between our bodies and I squeezed Wayne's full, firm manhood. Never before had I felt such a big, hard dick. I knew it would be several hours before Jerome got home, and I didn't think I could wait that long to be satisfied. I moaned with pleasure as Wayne gently fondled my tits and tenderly squeezed my erect nipples.

Making a split-second decision, I said, “I want you to fuck me right here and now!” I spun around, pulled his shorts down and got my first good look at his enormous, uncircumcised rod. Standing at full attention, it had to be at least ten inches long and two inches wide. Even though I'd seen studs like this in X-rated movies, I'd never encountered one in real life. I wrapped both my hands around the shaft and still had a couple of inches left to suck. This was almost too good to be true.

Standing up, I pulled down my shorts and kicked them off. Wayne lifted me up on the kitchen table and slid his big dick right into me. I was so wet that it slid in easily. He began pumping wildly into my ready and willing snatch. Never before had I felt so completely filled. I climaxed twice while he continued to pump in and out. I'd never before done that with anyone. Suddenly he yelled out, “Come with me, baby!” and he shot a load into me that triggered yet another orgasm. As I lay there on the table, totally exhausted and totally satisfied, he pulled out, lowered his mouth to my love-box and began to work me over with his tongue.

Wayne stayed with us for another week, and each day we made love after lunch. Then he and his wife reconciled, and he moved back home. Since then we haven't had another opportunity to get together.—
Name and address withheld

SLY OLD DOG FINDS THAT HE STILL HAS A FEW NEW TRICKS UP HIS SLEEVE

I'd always been somewhat dubious when I read letters in your magazine that discussed men reaching multiple orgasms. I'm sixty-five, and until recently, when I had the good fortune to meet one of the hottest women I have known in my fifty years of sexual activity, I had never experienced one myself.

My life changed one afternoon when I was pushing a shopping cart through the produce section of a local supermarket. I was daydreaming and generally feeling sorry for myself because my wife was out of town visiting relatives and would be away all week. But, to be honest, I was more concerned about what I was going to have for dinner and the fact that I would be eating alone than the fact that I wouldn't be having sex for a week.

Not watching where I was going, I bumped into a cart being pushed by a very attractive, well-dressed lady. Blue eyes smiled at me from a well-tanned face that was surrounded by the whitest hair I had ever seen. I said, “I'm sorry. I guess I was daydreaming.”

Looking into my cart she said, “I can see why. A nice red wine, a bottle of 7UP, chips and dips spells only one thing: a wine-cooler party. The only thing I see missing is some good guacamole and an X-rated video.”

Although I was taken aback by her remarks, I managed a quick comeback. “Well, the most important thing missing is the little woman. My wife's away visiting relatives.”

The woman smiled and said, “Now that is cause for a long face and daydreaming. I was going to offer you my prizewinning recipe for guacamole, but I reserve that for party occasions only.”

Not wanting to pass up the opportunity that seemed to be unfolding before me, I blurted out, “Well, I feel a party mood coming on. How about showing me what to buy to make that guacamole. I know a place where I can rent an X-rated flick. Why don't we have a party?” Then I thought, My God, what have I done? This woman isn't some cheap pickup. I'll deserve it if she slaps my face and keeps right on walking.

To my surprise and everlasting thanks, the smile never left those beautiful blue eyes. She said, “Sounds crazy, but why not? I live alone now. My husband passed away six months ago, and it's been a long time since I enjoyed a good party.”

I selected avocados, limes, tomatoes and onions to her specifications, and went through the checkout line feeling like a teenager on his first date. Boy, was I high. Even my manhood was beginning to stand tall. In the parking lot I asked for her address, explaining that I wanted to run home and clean up a bit. She said, “Well, please don't get dressed up. Let's make this a relaxed, casual evening.”

“Suits me fine,” I answered. “But I'm not sure about the relaxed part.”

“I know what you mean,” she purred. “It's been a long time for me too.”

I almost tore off my car door as I got in. At home in the shower I found myself with a hard-on, the likes of which I hadn't seen since I was a much younger man. I was fortunate to find a pair of old BVDs in my dresser drawer. I normally wear boxer shorts, but there was no way in hell a pair of boxer shorts was going to hide that raging boner. I selected a full red rose from the garden, tied it to a piece of fern, and off I went.

I didn't realize how excited I was until I got to her door. When she answered, she jokingly said, “What kept you? It's been fifteen minutes since we left the supermarket.”

I laughed and replied, “I guess I'm a little excited about learning how to make guacamole.”

She had changed into a sheer negligee that, with a little backlighting, revealed the firmest body I had seen in a long time. I was obviously staring, because she said, “I'm glad you like what you see. It takes a lot of time and energy to keep a sixty-year-old body in this kind of shape.”

I apologized for staring and told her that there weren't many thirty-year-olds who could compare with her. She did a little pirouette and bowed with her arms outstretched, giving me a good, long look at a beautiful pair of tits. I was sure glad I had on the BVDs. The old pecker was about to burst a seam.

When I gave her the rose, she leaned forward and gave me a very soft kiss that lasted just long enough for us to make body contact. She smiled and said, “I thought you agreed to dress comfortable. You seem all bound up.” But before I could respond, she grabbed my hand and said, “Come on, it's recipe time. Time to cool down with a cool one and learn the secrets of guacamole making.”

While we drank wine coolers, munched chips and dip and made guacamole, she told me that her husband's illness had been one that slowly took away his virility. At first they'd tried X-rated videos, which was why she'd made the crack in the supermarket. At the mention of the video, I slapped myself on the forehead and apologized for forgetting to pick one up. “I guess I was just too excited,” I confessed.

She said, “Not to worry. I have a collection of X-rated videos categorized by subject.” She told me that it had been almost two years since she'd last had sex, that she'd been married twice and that she had only slept with three men in her life. Her first husband had restricted sex to the missionary position twice a week. Her sex life had improved with her second marriage, but then her husband took sick. The X-rated flicks had helped for a while, but had really only served to open her eyes to just how enjoyable sex could be. With her husband's debilitating illness, sex became frustrating, to say the least.

As she refilled my glass, she said, “I really don't know what turned me on to you in the market. I don't normally come on to strangers that way. But the rose you brought—not to mention the bulge in your pants—makes me think that tonight will be a good thing.”

By the time the avocado dip was nearly gone, we were working on our third wine cooler and I was beginning to feel very mellow. As many of you probably know, a perfect guacamole requires a lot of tasting to get the right balance between the lime juice and salt. Babette turned simple tasting into an art form. She'd dip her fingers into the mixing bowl and then slide them into my mouth or hers. When it was my turn to taste, she dipped in with two fingers, thus giving me a chance to lick the avocado from between her fingers. When she tasted, she used only one finger and ever so slowly slid it into her mouth, closing her lips around it before pulling it out, all the while holding my attention with her twinkling baby blues. To say the least, our tasting rapidly turned into one hell of an erotic episode.

Realizing that this couldn't go on forever without me shooting a load into my jeans, I reached over, cupped her chin in my hand and brought her lips to mine. As before, the kiss was soft and our lips barely touched, but it was enough to send tremors clear to my toes. I slowly ran my tongue across her lips, hoping to entice her to open them so we could enjoy a little French-kissing. Although they remained closed to my probing tongue.

When the kiss ended, she held me with her eyes and ever so slowly traced the outline of my lips with her finger. My God, I thought, another wave of sensation like that and I'll come for sure. As it was, my shorts were soaking wet. Sensing my agitation, she said, “Let's call the dip done and move to the comfort of the TV room.”

When we had arranged fresh wine coolers on the table in the TV room, I took both of Babette's hands in mine and slowly pulled her toward me. We kissed, and once again it was soft but extremely sensuous. This time my tongue found an opening and was welcomed by the tip of her tongue inscribing little circles around mine.

Without breaking contact, I sat her down and slowly eased her to a reclining position on the couch, with me kneeling next to her on the floor. I began kissing her cheek and slowly tracing the outline of her ear with my tongue. As I darted my tongue into her ear once or twice, I felt her body tremble. I tenderly kissed each eyelid as I moved to the other ear. By now her body was moving in slow, sensuous gyrations, and I began to hear soft moans of pleasure. I moved down to the cleft between her lovely breasts, letting my tongue explore until I located the nipple. Now her body was moving uncontrollably, and her moans were quite audible.

She pressed her breasts together so I could suck both nipples at the same time. After bringing both nipples to their maximum firmness, I moved slowly down her stomach, flicking my tongue from side to side. When I reached her pubic hair, her legs were spread wide and the musky odor of her juicy pussy almost drove me mad with desire. I raised one of her legs over my shoulder, thinking I'd slowly work my way down to her clit. She couldn't wait, though. She arched her back and shoved her pussy into my face, moaning, “Suck my pussy. I'm coming!” Of course, I obliged.

I don't know how long I ate her pussy, alternating between sucking her clit and tongue-fucking her tunnel, but it seemed like she came forever. Wave after wave swept through her body until I thought she would pass out. I couldn't believe a pussy could get so hot and wet.

When she finally returned from her trip to nirvana, she said, “Oh, God, that was good. I've never had an orgasm that strong. Now give me your cock. I want to suck you till your balls are drained dry.”

I was so charged up that my hands could hardly get my pants and underwear down. My cock was so excited that it was throbbing. As Babette took my cock in her hand, she began moaning and seemed to be trembling all over. I was sure she had come again. Controlling herself as much as possible, she ran her tongue around my ready-to-burst cockhead, slowly taking in more and more of my pulsing cock until I was fully down her throat. She closed her lips, pressed my cock against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and contracted her throat muscles. As she pulled back, she worked her tongue back and forth, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. As she started down again, I knew that I couldn't take any more, so I pulled free, spread her legs and entered her pussy. Once I was in, she spread her labia, arched her back so her clitoris would be stimulated by my cock and screamed, “Fuck me fast and hard.” Unfortunately the fast and hard lasted for about four strokes, and then I started to come like gangbusters. Never had I experienced so strong and long-lasting an orgasm.