Letters to Penthouse VI (42 page)

Every Saturday night I go down to a local club to have a few beers, listen to the music and look at the young babes. I usually meet up with some friends and stay until closing. This particular night, Vickie was there without her husband, who I knew was out of town for a few days. Vickie and I sat and talked, and then I asked her to dance. This was nothing unusual, as we always dance together when her husband and my wife are there. It was getting late and we were both pretty drunk, but we stayed to dance the last slow dance of the night. As we danced, my cock was rubbing against her hip, which she seemed to enjoy because she looked up and gave me a sexy smile.

After we left, I told her I'd follow her home to make sure she got in safely. After we arrived, I walked her to her door and she invited me in. I, of course, accepted. Once inside, Vickie turned on the TV and lay down on the couch. I needed no more coaxing. I walked over to her and kissed her. She drove her tongue deep inside my mouth as we fell back on the couch. For the next twenty minutes we kissed and felt each other up. I slipped my hand inside her blouse and exposed her beautiful tits. Vickie is a small woman with small tits, but they are beautiful, and have huge nipples that stick out at least half an inch when she's aroused.

My mouth and tongue instantly went to work on those beautiful mounds. My hand worked open her jeans, and they were off in a second, followed by her panties. I reached for her hairy pussy and felt that it was dripping wet. When I buried my finger in her cunt, she went nuts, humping my hand and begging me to make her come. I played with her clit for a long time. It stood out as far as her nipples!

After she'd come a few times, it was her turn to please me. She pulled my pants off and took my seven-inch dick into her mouth. I almost went through the ceiling. First she just put the head in her mouth, then slowly took all seven inches down her throat. I almost exploded, but held back to make it last. She sucked me for ten minutes, and then I went down on her. What a beautiful cunt Vickie has—nice and wet and fleshy, just right for eating. I licked her pretty labia until she was moaning with excitement, then nibbled on her clit.

I ate her for at least twenty minutes before getting down to fucking her. She was moaning for me to stick my cock in her, so I gave it my all. God, was she a great fuck! She never stopped moving, which gave my cock sensations I'd never felt before. We fucked until she came, and then she climbed on top of me, sat on my cock and continued pumping away. I came after about five minutes but I never went soft, so we just kept fucking.

I'm sure that we fucked for at least two more hours, during which time Vickie came several more times. The only reason we stopped was that I had to get home before my wife started worrying about me. What a night that was. We're both looking forward to another two-hour fuck session.—
Name and address withheld

WHAT WORD BEGINS WITH F AND HAS MANY VARIATIONS? RIGHT—FASHION!

Early one Friday evening I was alone in my apartment when I heard a knock on the door. I answered it and was greeted by the woman who lives next door. She and her husband had lived next to my wife and me for about four months, but we'd never officially met. She introduced herself as Stephanie and asked if my wife was home. I apologized that she wasn't. She'd gone to her sister's and wouldn't be back until late the next day. I asked if I could be of any assistance. Stephanie laughed and, with some embarrassment, said she'd bought a dress for a party the next evening and was looking for an opinion as to how it looked.

Stephanie was the prettiest woman I'd ever seen at that apartment complex. I had often seen her in the hallway and parking let. She apparently had a good job, as she always dressed in expensive outfits that showed her beautiful legs and calves, and made the most of the huge set of tits with which she'd been blessed. I quickly offered to give my opinion of her party dress.

She invited me into her apartment, then went into her room to change. After about five minutes she came out wearing the dress. It was a snug-fitting black number that accentuated her firm legs and tits. I complimented her on her appearance, adding that she looked as wonderful as she always did.

Stephanie thanked me for the compliment, then offered me a soda. We chatted awhile. She told me that she wasn't looking forward to the party, as her husband was out of town and wouldn't be able to accompany her. Then she said she'd bought a couple of more things and wanted my opinion on them as well. I agreed, and again Stephanie disappeared into her bedroom to change.

When she returned in about five minutes, I couldn't believe my eyes: Parading in front of me was Stephanie in a red lace teddy, garters and stockings. In awe, I couldn't say a word as Stephanie walked by me, turned around, looked at me and said she'd be right back. My head started to spin with thoughts of the beautiful body barely concealed by that outfit. My fantasies were enhanced greatly when Stephanie reentered the room, this time wearing a similar outfit in blue.

Her parade across the room was much slower now. She took her time and showed off her luscious body. My cock stiffened and throbbed as she turned her back to me, bent over and grabbed her ankles. Meanwhile, the teddy revealed more of her ass-cheeks than I'd ever dreamed of seeing. She ran her fingers up her legs, over her calves and toward her thighs. As her hands closed in on her inner thighs, she stopped, turned around, looked at me and said, “I'll be right back.”

By now the bulge in my pants was throbbing and my breathing was becoming heavy. This woman wasn't blind. I know she knew how much I wanted to fuck her. Moments later she entered the room wearing a black teddy ensemble. She stood directly in front of me, and our eyes met. We stared deeply into each other's eyes for what seemed to be an eternity. She bent over, and my gaze dropped to the wondrous spot directly between her huge, round globes. They were putting an incredible strain on that black lace teddy!

Stephanie's stare, meanwhile, dropped to my pants, where my growing bulge was very evident. She said, “It looks like you enjoy this color best.”

I spoke my first words in a while, saying, “I love them all. You are a beautiful woman.”

She returned to the bedroom. A minute later she called me in to join her. As I entered, I saw that the outfits she'd tried on were piled on the floor. Stephanie was lying on the bed, totally naked. Her legs were spread and her tits were pancaked against her chest. She motioned me to the bed, and I had no hesitation in doing what she wanted me to do. I knelt down, put an arm around each leg and buried my face in her glistening pussy.

“Oooh,” she shuddered as my tongue touched her velvety folds. I hadn't even known this woman an hour, yet the first part of her I was touching was her cunt. Wow!

I quickly realized I was in for one fun sex session. Stephanie quickly became wild. She loved to talk dirty. “Oh, yes, oh, yes, lick me. Eat me!” she sighed. Her hot talk urged me on. I reached out and found her tits, which were as soft as they were big. Stephanie begged for more. “Fuck me with your tongue, baby. Use your mouth on my pussy. Eat me—eat me and make me come.” My fingers squeezed her nipples as she fucked my mouth with her boiling pussy. Stephanie screamed aloud as she reached her first orgasm.

After about thirty seconds, she stood up, put her arms around me and slowly undressed me. It was a huge relief for my cock, which had been throbbing for what seemed like hours. She grabbed a pillow, threw it on the floor and told me to lie on the pile of lingerie she had modeled for me. “You made me come, now it's my turn to fuck you. Just lie there and let me do my magic.”

She lowered her pussy over my cock and whispered in my ear, “I'm going to fuck you and talk dirty to you. I want you to squeeze my nipples and play with my tits. I'm going to slide my pussy up and down your cock. You've checked out my body in the parking lot many times, and now you're going to have all your fantasies fulfilled.”

“Oh, yes,” she went on. “Your cock feels so good in my cunt, and your hands feel so good on my body. I'm going to fuck you hard now.” She pumped up and down on me. “I'm fucking you, baby. Come on, lover, fuck me back!” I fucked Stephanie as hard as I could. We both came quickly and collapsed in each other's arms.

I gathered my clothes and went back to my apartment. After an hour I couldn't stand it anymore. I knocked on Stephanie's door. A minute after she let me in, I was fucking her on her couch. This time she fucked me until I was about to come, then took my load down her throat.

After fucking Stephanie for the second time, I went back to my apartment, thinking our quick affair was over. I was wrong. Later that evening there was a knock on my door. It was Stephanie. All she said was, “I can't sleep, and there's nothing on TV.” In a flash we were in my bed, fucking again. “Give me that cock,” she urged. “My pussy needs to be filled up. Fuck me harder, harder. I just love fucking your prick. Don't forget my tits—suck them, do my nipples. Oh yes, yes yes!” Stephanie's hot words led me to pour yet another load into her soaked cunt. Again, we collapsed in each other's arms.

I was awakened early the next morning by the sublime feeling of Stephanie's lips on my cock. I turned her around and we went at it in a 69. After a little of this, Stephanie took me by the hand and said, “Come with me into the bathroom. I want you to fuck me in the shower.” We made the water as hot as we could stand it. Stephanie stood in front of me, and I rammed her from behind. She groaned with every stroke and begged for more.

When it was over, Stephanie gathered up her stuff and thanked me for a wonderful evening. I thanked her in return, kissed her, squeezed her tits and rubbed her pussy once more before she left. That was two months ago. Our spouses never found out, so my memories of that night are still good ones. We haven't slept together again since then, and probably won't, but when our eyes meet, we both still smile.—
Name and address withheld

IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT IN WHITE SATIN …

It was one of those nights perfect for curling up on the couch in front of a warm, cozy fire and escaping into a good book. I needed the time to relax after the week I'd just had. Working as a nanny for a wealthy Boston family was a lot more exhausting than I'd imagined when I took the job a year ago.

After reading the children a bedtime story and tucking them into bed, I was relishing the idea of a relaxing evening. The sound of thunder and the lightning flashing outside the windows set the perfect mood for my night as I walked over to add another log to the fireplace. The chill in the room caused my nipples to become erect as they brushed up against my blouse. The sensation gave way to a longing that I was all too familiar with since my recent breakup with my boyfriend. Although I'm an ace at satisfying myself, masturbation is just a temporary relief and not nearly as good as the real thing. What I really wanted at that moment was a slow, sensuous fuck. Just thinking about it was driving me crazy? Maybe a nice hot bubble bath would help ease the tension and chase away the horny thoughts that were running through my mind.

I poured myself a glass of Chablis, grabbed my novel and headed upstairs to the Jacuzzi. As I started up the stairs I smiled, thinking about the delightful times I had spent making love on that magnificent staircase when I had the house all to myself. I've always had a thing for “stair sex,” as I liked to call it. In my mind, I could see my ex-boyfriend Roy and me getting it on as he stroked me with his fingers and fucked me from behind. I could still hear my moans of pleasure echoing off the cathedral ceiling.

The lightning and thunder continued outside as I lowered myself into the hot, stinging water. Suddenly the rain began beating down on the roof. I was glad that I was safe and warm inside, feeling sorry for whoever had to deal with Mother Nature at her worst. I sipped my wine, opened my book and began to read, remembering that I had left off at the beginning of a hot, steamy love scene. Just what I needed!

I found myself holding the book with one hand while I spread my thighs apart to allow the warm, pulsing water from the jet spray to hit my clitoris. So much for the book, I soon decided as I reached under the water with my other hand to play with my hard nipples. I felt at any moment that I was going to explode, and soft moans escaped my lips.

At that exact moment the lights flashed once, the jets on the Jacuzzi stopped and everything went pitch black. Great timing! I groped for a towel, slipped on my bathrobe and went in search of a candle. It wasn't difficult finding my way through the house, since the lightning was getting stronger, illuminating everything as though it were daytime. After locating a candle, I went to check on the kids to make sure they were okay. Even with all that thunderous racket outside, they were still sound asleep.

Just then I heard what sounded like something or someone pounding far off in the distance, but it was difficult to tell if the sound was due to the storm wreaking havoc outside, or if someone was actually knocking on the door. Then I heard it again between the claps of thunder. It was definitely someone pounding on the door.

My heart began to race as I wondered who on Earth would be out on a night like this. Mr. and Mrs. Kelvin weren't expected back for several days, and I was sure that their family and friends knew this, so who could it be? I was a little scared and apprehensive as I slowly made my way downstairs, unlocked the door and opened it a fraction of an inch. There, standing in the small halo of light cast by my candle, stood a long-haired man who looked like he'd just taken a shower with all his clothes on. In a pleading voice he said, “My car broke down about a half mile from here, and I was hoping I could use your phone to call for a tow truck.”

I'd seen this scenario before in dozens of horror movies. Somehow, though, the look on his face, and his expensive clothing, wet as it was, made me trust him. I let him in, and we stood looking at each other while a puddle of water formed around him on the floor of the foyer. “The phone is in the den,” I said as I led the way. I wasn't about to leave him alone, so I watched while he made the phone call. What a body this guy had! I've always had a thing for long-haired guys, and I saw that his fell well past his shoulders. I started stoking the fire and, when I turned around, his eyes were glued on mine with a burning intensity.