Letters to Penthouse XI (19 page)

For the remainder of our trip I watched with amusement as other men occasionally tried to seduce Cheryl. She would flirt with them and tease them, leaving an extra button on her blouse undone so they could catch glimpses of her braless breasts, and sometimes bending over as if to retrieve something from the floor, to enhance their view. I didn't mind a bit, since I'd already had so much fun with her.

Although I gave her my number, I never heard from Cheryl again after we arrived in San Francisco and went our separate ways. But I am hoping that she will read this letter, since I never got a chance to thank her for our wonderful cross-country sexcapades.—
Name and address withheld

TWIN MOONS LIGHT THE SKY IN THIS YOUNG MAN'S HEAVEN

Even though it was nearly ten years ago, I can remember it like it was yesterday.

I had turned eighteen and graduated from high school in the same month, right at the beginning of the summer when this happened. And yet my parents didn't trust me to stay home by myself when they decided to take a long vacation, as they always did every year. I think that was the only time they ever had sex in the entire year, so they never let anything keep them from going. But my mother was worried about me, which was totally ridiculous. “You need to have someone older around, in case of an emergency,” she fussed. How much longer was this going to go on, I wondered, till I was forty?

But they were having difficulty finding anyone to look after me. Every single person they called would ask, “Isn't he old enough to look after himself?” They would either laugh at my parents or hang up on them. I mean, my God! But apparently my parents couldn't take a hint.

They almost lost all hope, and were about ready to stay home, when our next-door neighbor popped in for a visit. She brought along something a little special—her daughter Marie, who was home from college and looking for some extra cash. Suddenly I was grateful my mother was such an idiot, because she did exactly what I was praying she would. My mom suggested that Marie could watch over me, and told her I'd be ever so thankful for the help. She didn't know how right she was. Of course, I wasn't looking for the kind of help she imagined. I had something in mind more like getting relief for an awful itch I had. But that would never have occurred to my parents, who obviously thought I was still eleven or something.

I was awestruck. Marie had the biggest tits I have ever seen. I swear to God that when she walked they would bob up and hit her chin. Okay, well, that's a slight exaggeration, but I sure would have liked to see her out jogging. The bra hasn't been made that could have kept those beauties from saluting the sun at every step.

Marie said she would be happy to keep an eye on me, and smiled at me as she said it. I was lost in fantasies of what could happen. This was starting to look like a great vacation.

So my parents left for their trip, and the neighbor lady went back to her house. For a week and a half it was going to be just me and Marie.

I may have had visions of greatness, but Marie apparently had other ideas. She immediately plopped down on the sofa and turned on the soap operas. I couldn't believe it. I turned around to go upstairs, and mumbled to myself, “This blows big dick.”

From the other room, Marie, who must have ears like a bat in addition to her amazing hooters, shouted, “This doesn't, but I do.” So she was a slut after all, just as I had suspected. Maybe this little deal was going to turn out all right after all.

I returned to the living room and sat down across from her in an easy chair. The idea was to try to show an interest in the same things she cared about, but I spent most of my time sneaking peeks at her titanic boobs and trying not to get caught. Like she was going to think it was the soap operas when she looked over at me and noticed that I had a big, throbbing hard-on.

It basically got down to waiting her out. After a while, even Marie started getting tired of the lame soaps, so she went into the kitchen to get what I thought was going to be a snack. She came back out with a tub of whipped cream and a bottle of chocolate syrup. Right then my cock stood at full attention, and I thought it was going to rip through my pants, but I managed to contain it. “I thought we could use a little afternoon snack,” she said.

“Oh, I'm fine,” I muttered hoarsely. “Thank you for the thought.” I didn't want her to come close enough to see the bulge I was trying to hide by crossing and recrossing my legs. I shouldn't have worried.

“I think that once you see what I have in mind for a snack you'll change your mind pretty quickly,” she cooed. She set down the syrup and whipped cream and lifted her sweater over her head. Her voluptuous 40DD tits spilled over the palms of her hands. It was like every fantasy I've ever had, only better. They looked so inviting, so … comforting. “Soothing looking, aren't they?” she asked as she admired her own breasts. She obligingly held one of them up for me to stare at, openly now instead of secretly.

“Yes, quite,” I replied as I got up out of my chair and gently caressed her soft, pink nipples. The areolae were as big around as drink coasters. I couldn't resist, and obviously Marie didn't want me to. In a haze of unbelieving ecstasy I stuck out my tongue and began to coat them in a thin film of saliva. They started to puff up nicely, so I gently tugged at them with my lips, just as I'd seen a guy do in a porno flick once.

That drove her nuts. “Oh, do it,” she purred. “Pay attention to my sweeties. They've been so lonely.” She pressed my face so hard into her cleavage that I almost suffocated. I mean, you could get lost in there for days and go crazy with unsatisfied lust before a rescue party came and got you out. I had to grab her on the ass to get her to stop, because her tits muffled my screams of ecstasy.

“Why don't you lie down?” I suggested. “Then I'll be able to work on both of these beauties at once.”

She laughed at that, and we went into my bedroom, where Marie let her delicate form sink into my mattress. She pressed her sweet breasts together, and I slid my bulbous shaft in between her tits. It was engulfed by her soft flesh. Since the groove was already lubricated with all the saliva I had slobbered around in there while sucking and licking my way around in the deep crevice between her boobs, I was easily able to slide my shaft forward until its purple, plumlike head reappeared at the top of her deep cleavage.

Holding onto her big, chunky nipples to keep myself steady, I started sliding back and forth. She loved having me tug and twist her nipples in my exuberance, and I began to wonder if she could come just from having her tits played with. Then I felt the sweet sting of my orgasm, and sat still, shuddering, as my come shot onto her swelling breasts.

I lay down on the bed next to her and watched her lick her own tits dry. “Waste not, want not,” she commented, then added, “You know, this is the sweetest come I've ever tasted.”

We put our clothes back on and went downstairs, just in time for her mom to invite herself in for a visit. She said that she didn't have anything to do, so she thought she'd keep us company for a while. The truth is, she knew what kind of a wild woman her daughter was, and she was just spying on us. What the hell, I figured, let her spy all she wants. She'll have to go home eventually, and leave me alone with Marie and her two big bodyguards.

That summer was a great awakening for me. I've had a lot of sexual experiences since then, but nothing better. Recently I heard that Marie's gotten engaged to a medical student. Lucky stiff! I still think about her, and if I ever see her again, I'll thank her for making an awkward teenager into a man.—
K.S., Providence, Rhode Island

LONELY SOLDIER, UNHAPPY HOUSEWIFE, MIDNIGHT FLIGHT, FORBIDDEN LOVE

I was a young soldier, fresh out of training and about to do my first tour in a strange country. I was waiting for the plane in Chicago when I saw her. She was sitting there in the strange airport all alone. She had a slim frame, long, straight hair, light brown, that hung to the middle of her back. Her jeans hugged her long, firm legs like they were painted on her. I went over to her and introduced myself. She said her name was Corie and she was on her way to meet her husband. I must have looked pretty disappointed, because she hastily added that she had to see him to get him to sign the divorce paperwork. I asked her where he was, and it turned out we were going to be on the same plane. I cheered up at that, and before you knew it we were talking, and about sex, no less. It was one of those things where we just clicked right off. Like most people, she and her husband had argued about money, but she felt like sex was the real problem. I told her I know how that one feels.

Her voice was soft, and so was her skin when she grabbed my hand. Just then the announcer said that our plane was boarding.

We switched with the woman assigned to the seat next to me so that Corie and I could sit together. Because it was an international flight the booze was free, so we both had a few drinks to ease our nerves about flying. We were a couple of hours into the flight when she leaned over and placed my arm around her. We'd been talking pretty intimately, and I guess it had gotten her heated up. The next thing she did was place my hand under her shirt as she pulled a blanket around the two of us and removed her bra.

Well, I may be dumb but I'm not stupid, so even I figured out that this little lady was looking for the loving attention she'd been missing for so long. And I was the man to oblige her. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles as I rolled them between my fingers, making her sigh and press her head into my shoulder. Her breasts were petite and very firm.

I moved my hand down her stomach. As if she knew just what I had in mind she unfastened the top of her pants and I ran my hand right inside and under her panties. She was already wet and hot. As I played with her slit she moaned. I thought that the other passengers on the plane were bound to hear us, or notice all the goings-on under the blanket, but by that time most of the other passengers were asleep. My little Corie was a firecracker, or maybe she hadn't had it for even longer than I realized, because she was humping my hand and bouncing around in her seat to beat the band. That husband of hers was some kind of criminal to neglect her so bad. About the time I was thinking I should quit for sure, before we got tossed off the plane for vulgar behavior, she came, right there in the seat.

She kept whispering how grateful she was and nibbling on my earlobe, and then we fell asleep for a while ourselves. I could not believe the adventure I'd had already, and yet it was nothing compared to what was about to happen to me.

We were about halfway through the flight. The two of us were still under the blanket, and we were holding each other, kissing in the dark. The in-flight movie was long since finished by this time, and the whole plane was asleep. We looked at each other. Corie cast a glance toward the rear of the plane, nodding her head at the restroom. Understanding right off what she had in mind, I said, “You go ahead. I'll be there in two minutes.” So she swung her sweet butt off down the aisle and disappeared into the bathroom. I followed right behind her, not even waiting long enough to throw anyone off the trail if they were watching us, but I hadn't seen any of the flight attendants for about five minutes.

Corie was sitting on the can, and before I could get the door closed she had my fly open, my erection out of my pants and she had taken it into her mouth. She was swirling her tongue around the entire neck of my shaft, the sweet spot right below the head where everything feels so good. She kept grabbing my hips, pulling me deeper and deeper into her throat, and I gave her as much as she could take, marveling at how much she could handle.

Knowing that I was getting close to my climax, she pulled me out of her mouth and sat me down on the toilet. She stood in front of me, her knees pressed up against me in the tiny room. Bumping against the walls and me in a sexy, awkward strip, she slowly peeled her jeans down to her ankles, showing a small, light-brown patch of cunt hair that was glimmering from her juices. Corie turned her shapely little ass toward me and guided my hard staff into her. Jesus, her butt was beautiful. I began to realize how long it had been for me, not just her, and I wondered when I might get my hands on a sweet, willing girl again. I was feeling homesick and horny and a little bit in love with this woman I hardly knew.

“Oh my gosh,” I mumbled, “I think I'm in heaven.” She turned around enough to smile at me, then began moving up and down so that my pecker was sliding free and easy inside. She was tight, wet and hot, and as far as I was concerned she had the perfect pussy. As she bounced up and down, and the plane waved in the air, the feeling was so incredible that it made us both explode at the same time.

Flexing her vagina muscles and making little sounds with her mouth, she drained every last little drop of semen. It was enough, between her orgasm and mine, that our juices flowed like a river over my hard cock and down my balls. I could have sat there forever, but of course after a while we had to try to clean up a little and get back to our seats.

When Corie tried to stand up and dress herself she had an even harder time than she'd had getting undressed, but finally she managed it. And none too soon, either. At that time somebody knocked on the door. I yelled, “Just a minute.” Apparently we'd been in there a while, because everybody was starting to wake up and there was a line at the johns.

We left the bathroom together, acting as though she was sick. Nobody asked any questions. We simply went back to our seats and back to sleep.

When we landed, Corie's husband was waiting. Little did he know what had been in her mouth two hours earlier. Butter wouldn't have melted in it when she introduced me as a soldier she'd met on the plane and told him we'd had “a very interesting conversation.” He shook my hand, but didn't look too happy to meet me.

Corie and I saw each other every now and again over the next few months, when her husband was out on maneuvers or on twenty-four-hour duty. We would make passionate love all night long, then part in the morning with a peck on the cheek. I knew I was falling more than she was, and I even suspected that she wasn't really getting divorced from him. A few more months went by, and I found out from one of her neighbors that she had gone back to the States. I never heard from her again. What the hell, it was a long time ago now.—
B.H., Milwaukee, Wisconsin