Letters to Penthouse XI (28 page)

We lay together for a few minutes, totally spent. A short time later I left, but only after getting Nancy's number. Since then she's been making house calls.—
G.L., Pierre, South Dakota

SHE KEEPS HER STOCKINGS UP WITH GLUE, AND KEEPS HIS PENIS UP WITH PASSION

Call it fate, karma, or sheer dumb luck. I moved to a new city and less than a week later I rammed my grocery cart into Stan's backside.

I admit to being distracted. It was a fine backside and the cart was longer than the ones at my old store. I simply misjudged my gawking distance.

I didn't recognize him at first but I've known Stan since second grade. He wasn't tall or muscular then, but the blue eyes were there, and the curly hair that had caused his mother no end of grief.

“Your hair doesn't stand on end anymore!” was my first clever remark.

“Hair glue,” he said briefly.

A few days later I was getting ready for our first date. It wasn't really a date, but a cocktail party with some of Stan's business associates. He needed an escort and I had been very willing. My dress was black, backless, short and tight. Tight enough to show the line of my thong panties, short enough to preclude a garter belt, so I had to glue my stockings to my legs to keep them up. I have big, conspicuous nipples and they showed plainly through the slinky fabric of my dress.

The party was deadly. Everyone was either old or should have been. The men all leered and tried to get their hands on me. The wives gave me sour looks from under their fluffy hairdos (wigs in some cases) and made snide comments. Stan's eyes were merry whenever he looked at me.

“There's a jazz bar not too far from here,” he said as he inserted himself between me and one very persistent dirty old man. “Want to check it out?”

The bar was hot, loud, and crowded. We could find only one bar stool. I sat on it and Stan wedged himself behind me. When the music started up, so did Stan. One hand slid across my belly and the other rested on my bare back.

“You look fabulous,” he said directly into my ear. His fingertips started to work under my dress, inching smoothly across my ribs and toward my breasts. His other hand dropped down to my leg to push up my skirt. After a brief exploration of my thigh, he spoke again. “How the hell are you keeping these things up?”

“Body glue,” I said briefly.

His fingers crawled slowly across my breast and reached my nipple. He caught the stiffening nubbin between two fingers and began to rub. My nipples like attention and it showed.

“Stop it,” I said, turning my face toward his. “People are watching.”

“Of course they are,” he said, giving me a short, moist kiss. He switched to the other tit, repeating his nipple rub while the hand under my skirt reached practically to my ass. I arched a little to give him room to maneuver.

We only stuck it out for one set. I wasn't really hearing the music anyway. Stan's hands made all the music I needed. His hard-on digging into my back was more important than the lewd stares from the other patrons. My nipples were both hard and tender, and I left a damp spot on the barstool.

The ride back to my apartment was sexy and sweet. We kissed at every red light. Stan drove with one hand and kept the other on my inner thigh. I had a vision of him kissing his way up my thighs, then parting my pussy lips with his tongue.

He locked the door behind us as I put my purse on the table. Then his arms embraced me and we kissed with lips, tongue and teeth. He peeled my dress off my shoulders and I stepped out of it, then kicked off my shoes. He dropped to his knees to kiss and nuzzle my belly, though my nipples ached to be sucked and licked. He tongued my belly button. This always drives me crazy because I anticipate a tongue entering a lower crevice.

Slowly he nosed my panties down, then pulled them to my ankles. A single step and they were gone. He started to kiss my thighs, slowly moving my legs apart. His nose was in my bush, but he stopped short of licking my pussy.

We went to the bedroom. He was naked by the time I reached the bed. Then he was kneeling between my legs, just looking me over, his cock hard and eager.

“You've grown,” he said, eyeing my tits.

“So have you,” I replied, reaching for his cock.

It was a fast, hard fuck, short and enjoyable. It was satisfying while it lasted but left me ready for more.

I ran my hands over his smooth, hard ass as he stood at the sink to wash. I leaned down and kissed each cheek, then ran my tongue over the taut flesh. Startled, he turned around, and I pulled him by his limp dick back to the bed.

I played with his balls, rolling them back and forth, blowing on them and watching them move around in their little sack. Stan was leaning back on his elbows to watch me and also observe his penis hardening. I licked his balls and his cock, sucked the head into my mouth and let it pop out again, then licked some more. Soon he was squirming. I nibbled my way down to his balls once more, then licked just the tip of his cock while I rolled his balls in my hand.

Then I sucked his whole dick in my mouth and worked him up and down for a few minutes, tugging on his balls and watching his toes curl. Suddenly he pulled my head away, jumped up, and laid me on the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor between my knees, and looked at me with shining eyes.

“Mmm,” he said, pulling my pussy lips open.

Delicately he began to lick and caress with his tongue. He stroked my clit a few times, then licked each lip and fold, sucking them into his mouth. He tongued my hole, then went back to my clit and stayed there. He licked the top of my hood, then under my clit, around it, and directly on the tip. The sensations were incredible—each location, each movement produced its own tingle of electricity.

My fingers tweaked and pulled at my nipples. I grabbed my breasts in my hands as I started to come. My hips rose off the bed and my thighs pressed hard on Stan's head. He licked until I couldn't stand any more. The pleasure was so intense I had to push him away.

Stan grinned and watched as I moaned and rubbed my belly and breasts. Pussy juice gleamed on his face and dripped from his chin.

“Tell me,” I said, when I could talk again, “is that a God-given talent, or did someone teach you how to do it?”

He wiped his chin on my pubic hair and climbed onto the bed.

“You liked that, hmm?” he asked. He bent his head to my nipples and sucked hard.

“Mmm,” I replied. “Harder.”

He gave my swollen nipples a really good workout, using his lips, tongue, and fingers, then slowly slid his cock into me again. I should have been sated, but his cock felt so good as it pushed against my sensitive spots. We fucked in a slow, steady rhythm, kissing and hugging. I inhaled the smell of his skin and licked salt off his neck and shoulders.

We started to go faster, harder. I hooked my legs over his shoulders and he pounded into me, his face flushed and shiny with sweat. We gazed into each other's eyes, panting as our climaxes approached. He came first, closing his eyes, gritting his teeth and groaning loudly. I felt his semen hit my cervix and his hard thrusts pushed me over the edge. I came, my pussy muscles tight and hard against his penis, our bodies crushed together in bliss.

Stan moved his weight off me and we lay side by side, panting and listening to our hearts pound. When at last he sat up, he noticed that one of my stockings was still in place.

“Good glue,” he said briefly.—
G.F., Providence, Rhode Island

SHE TOOK BART TO THE AIRPORT—BUT FIRST SHE TOOK HIM TO THE MOON!

Bart was flying off to Florida for another round of long and drawn-out contract negotiations. He'd asked me to pick him up and take him to the airport. Since it meant I could spend that much more time with him before he left, I had agreed.

That morning while I was in the shower, I felt my body start to tingle with the thought of seeing him in just a short while. I had a slow, sensual song playing on the radio. My hands began to slide across my wet, slippery skin to the rhythm of the music. They cupped my firm breasts while my fingers slowly circled my hard, soapy nipples. I brought one up to my mouth and slid the hard bud between my lips. My tongue lapped at them while my other hand moved down toward my naval and past it to my love nest. My clit was throbbing with thoughts of Bart touching and sucking my body parts while droplets of water covered our soapy bodies …

Suddenly I realized I was running late. I had to hurry if I didn't want to miss my meeting with the love of my life. He was going to be gone for a week and a half—an ungodly amount of time to be away from the man I loved so dearly.

I arrived at Bart's place as he finished his packing. He asked me to have a seat on the couch while he got things together in the bedroom. A moment later, to my delight and surprise, he came back in wearing only a massive hard-on.

My eyes lit up and my juices started to flow once again. I checked out every inch of his muscular body before I grabbed his ass and pulled him close against my body. We began to kiss with wild hunger, our tongues dancing across each other's lips and probing between them to explore the moist recesses of our mouths. Part of me wanted to step back and rip my clothes off. At the same time I didn't want to disconnect from his warm, luscious mouth. His lips were perfectly soft and firm, like a dense piece of velvet.

Finally I became impatient and started pulling off my clothes and throwing them around the room. When I was naked I began to kiss, lick and nibble every centimeter of his body. His mouth and hands were all over me as well. We dined on each other's flesh until he sat me down on the couch and proceeded to spread my thighs to reveal my hot, juicy pussy. His mouth was there before I knew it and he began to gorge himself. My head instinctively fell back while my ass rose in the air, pushing my pussy into his face. It was as though I was riding his face in mid-air.

The way he licked me was like a fine violinist playing a Stradivarius. His technique was superb and he knew every G-spot I own. I came in his mouth over and over again, my thighs squeezing the sides of his face with each and every climax. His velvet tongue made my clit protrude throbbingly from between my pink lips and brought deep groans from my panting mouth with each stroke.

He was about to drown in my juices by the time he moved his wet face up to my tits and inhaled my right nipple in his mouth. Once again that tongue danced across my skin, making circular motions around my rock-hard nipple. I quivered almost out of control.

He moved between my thighs and I knew he was about to penetrate my love nest with his tree-trunk of a dick, but I had to embrace it with my mouth first. I pushed him back onto the coffee table and dove down. At first I circled my tongue slowly around the head of his penis. Then I began painting his shaft with long wet strokes, up one side and down the other. He loves to watch me do this and after a while, his eyes roll back in his head from pure ecstasy. I continued to lick, nibble and suck his penis while my hands massaged his firm chest.

After some time I removed my mouth from his dick, but not from his body. I worked my way up his torso until I was kissing his mouth again. Then I planted my hot wet pussy onto his dick and began to ride it like a whore.

His cock fit into my cunt as perfectly as a custom-made glove fits a hand. That's when Bart started talking dirty to me and I answered him, turning us both on even more. “Ride me like a whore, lover,” he moaned.

“Yes, Bart,” I panted, “I am riding you like a fucking whore.”

“Look at my cock,” he moaned. “Watch my hard cock pumping in and out of you.”

“I see your fucking cock,” I wailed, my hips pumping up and down on his slick shaft as my sopping pussy slurped him further inside. “Grab my tits,” I cried. “Press my tits together and suck my nipples at the same time.”

“Oh, yeah,” he cried out, “give me your fucking tits.”

My nubbins ached with lust and were hard as marbles as he held them together, nibbling, sucking and tonguing them at the same time. Now neither of us were able to talk.

Bart arched his back, pressing even deeper into me. My head tossed from side to side as I bounced up and down on his long thick staff, moaning and coming over and over again, milking his dick with the contractions of my pussy.

Finally he rose and laid me down on the sofa, brought my ankles up around his neck and plunged in as deep as he could. He thrust vigorously into me and I thrust back. We were pounding like two wild beasts, the perspiration dripping from our twisting bodies. He kissed me as he gave one last mighty thrust, and we exploded together, crying out in ecstasy as he shot hot, steamy bursts of come deep into me.

I pulled him down onto me and held him as tightly as I could, both of us making sounds of contentment. Our bodies were still joined, and our hearts and souls were joined also.

Neither of us washed up. I wanted to feel his come dripping out of me all day long. He wanted to go on his trip with my juices all over him. When we reached the airport I kissed him goodbye and wished him a safe trip. He winked at me and grabbed my ass. I can still feel his hand there now that he's gone. I told him when he comes back I intend to pick him up wearing only garters, lace-topped stockings, spiked heels and a winter coat. I can't wait till he returns and I bet he can't either!—
R.Y., Missoula, Montana

Someone's Watching

WIFE VISITS HUSBAND'S SHOP FOR A LAP TO TEASE AND A STUD TO RIDE AT NIGHT

This story takes place eleven years ago. My wife Katrina had always been a bit conservative when it came to sex. However, it was at this time that she decided to unleash all her guarded inhibitions.

The missionary position was fine, provided it was performed under the sheets and with the lights out. She'd give me a blowjob, but only in the dark. Then it happened, Katrina opened up. She expressed interest in all sorts of things sexual. We discussed each other's fantasies and found they were similar in nature and desire. We quickly pursued them with much delight.

These days Katrina likes watching X-rated flicks while she reads
Penthouse Letters.
She enjoys the videos where the woman gets fucked by two studs. Watching a woman suck off two men really gets her all hot and excited and hungry for a taste of cock.