Letters to Penthouse XII (4 page)
My dick was very tender now but she said she wasn’t sure if she would turn me loose. Maybe she should make me go through what she had. I pleaded for her to wait until we got home. With a grin she released my softening cock. She said, “Let’s go home quick. You owe me some good fucking.”
The ride home didn’t take long and we were quickly in bed with my rejuvenated dick slamming into her hungry cunt. I didn’t get much sleep that night. Between her fucking me, sucking me, and stroking my weary cock, I hardly had time to close my eyes. That is a night I’ll always remember.—
J.S., Port Arthur, Texas
WHEN IT COMES TO TONGUE WAGGING, THESE TWO DON’T BEAT AROUND THE BUSH
One night my wife Donna, our house guest Lori and I were having a good time drinking and listening to music. When Donna decided she’d had enough wine, she retired upstairs to the bedroom.
Lori asked if we could put on some porn flicks and I figured, why not? We began watching this scene in which a woman was giving head to a guy with a jumbo eight-inch dick. He then began to eat her pussy. Lori got up and said, “If you want to try that out, come up to my room.”
I jumped up and turned off the TV and VCR. I went upstairs and opened the door to Lori’s room. “Were you serious?” I asked her.
She replied, “I don’t know. It depends.”
I entered the room and she said she had nothing on under the sheets. It appeared as though she had been fingering herself so I quickly removed my shorts, exposing my immense six-inch boner. I pulled the sheets down to reveal her snatch. Spreading her pussy lips apart, I concentrated on her swollen clit as she writhed in ecstasy while I lapped up her juices.
I then lifted her legs higher in the air to better access her rear entry. I sank my tongue deep in her asshole and she let out moans of joy. I buried my tongue deeper into her ass before I returned to her juicy pussy. I swung my body around so she could reach my throbbing manhood. Then she began to stroke me as I sank two fingers into her cunt. She started moaning louder and I popped a finger into her rear hole. Her body began to shake. She came in a thunderous climax and exclaimed, “That was the best orgasm I have ever had.”
She then went to the bathroom and I followed her, watching her big beautiful butt the entire way. As I watched her wash, she said we shouldn’t fuck with my wife asleep in the next room. She told me I had better wash my face so Donna would not smell her pussy on me. I told her I wanted to have her smell under my nose as long as possible. When she left the bathroom, my hands went to work on my cock. I imagined she was there watching me as I stroked harder and harder until I erupted like I never have before. As massive amounts of come splashed all over my hands and stomach, I was wondering when we could do this again.—
G.V., Akron, Ohio
SOMETIMES A DRESS COVERS MORE THAN JUST A PUSSY
I really enjoy reading
Penthouse Letters
and have been a reader for many years. Because of your publication I’ve learned a good deal that has greatly enhanced my sex life with my wife of over twenty years. It also allowed me to become a person who believes you should live out as many of your sexual fantasies as you can.
My wife and I have done many things together and I have done some things without her that she would not be too happy about.
For as long as I can remember I’ve always had a hidden interest in servicing a cock. At the same time, men did absolutely nothing for me. I wanted no part of having sex with a man. Yet, at the same time, I still cannot get over my interest in sucking a penis. I had no luck making contact with any local cross-dressing transvestites or transsexuals I could possibly get it on with.
Living in a small, somewhat redneck area I wasn’t too surprised. The only one I did make contact with was an ugly cross-dresser a dog wouldn’t fuck. He was looking for someone to do some really kinky shit that I had no interest in anyway.
As luck turned out, I had to go to a very large city to work for two weeks. A few days after being there I started my search, trying to find a place to meet with a likely candidate.
I started going to a place where I could find what I was looking for. The first two nights I had no luck. On the third night I met an incredible-looking woman who I thought was a very good-looking transsexual. She was far more woman than most transvestites. For a while I thought maybe she was a lesbian or a woman looking for a transsexual herself. I finally decided to talk to her after it appeared no one was hitting on her.
I asked her to join me for a drink and then dinner. She agreed but told me it would have to be the next night because she had to work part of the day. I suggested we meet at about noon. We spent the afternoon getting to know each other. I gave her the phone number of my motel. As soon as I got there I received a message to call Suki.
I called her and she said she was free from work for the next three days. I also was free so we agreed to go to the coast. She told me of a secluded motel I would love. She then said she would pick me up about eight the next morning.
I couldn’t wait and I went shopping to get some lingerie and accessories. I also bought her a bikini in case she got the chance to go for a swim. We met the next morning and she wore a really short dress. Her long, curly light-brown hair was gorgeous and her 36C tits were things of beauty. She also had on sheer nylons and looked great.
It was about an hour drive to the coast and as good as she looked and sounded, I was beginning to wonder if she even had a cock in her panties. I tried to find out on the drive but she stopped my hand just shy of what I wanted and told me to wait to get in her pants. Then she proceeded to rub my cock until it was about to bust out. It was at its fullest nine-inch length, two inches thick and as hard as a rock. She told me she was going to love getting that. We were close to the motel so I told her she had to wait. We checked in, ate lunch and walked in the surf.
While walking on the beach we kissed and I fondled her tits. We went back to the motel to smoke some pot and she went to try on her hot new bikini. I told her she was driving me crazy. She gave me a tape, told me to put it in the VCR and roll another joint.
In the movie I noticed the woman on screen not only had a pussy, but also a cock about six inches long. Suki then told me she too had a cock and a pussy. “In medical terms, I’m a hermaphrodite,” she said.
I told her that she was also a very good-looking woman who just happened to have a cock. I said she knew I was looking for a woman with a dick anyway.
Both of us went wild, stripping off our clothes in seconds. I went down on her beautiful seven-inch cock. The knob-head was so smooth, it slid between my lips without effort, but it took some practice to get it down my throat. Suki pumped her cock into my mouth, fucking my face as she moaned in ecstasy.
She suddenly pressed her hand to the back of my head and jammed her cock deep into my mouth. Her hard shaft pulsated, then exploded sweet come. My cheeks filled with warm spoo. It tasted so rich, I had to share it with her. We French-kissed deeply, drinking her come as I shot my load onto her belly.
I haven’t seen or heard from Suki since. Now when I get the urge to suck cock, I think of her. She not only gave me my first taste of cock, she also gave me my first cock up the ass. I don’t know when we will meet again. Maybe soon. I also don’t want to get too involved because I’m already married. However, sometimes making love to my wife I think to myself, how great it would be if she had a nice cock to suck.—
B.H., Sarasota, Florida
AUTO PARTS EXPERT PUMPS HER UP FOR A LOOK AT HER BODY
I’m a general manager for an auto parts store. I’ve always been a hard-working guy, and last summer I was rewarded with a transfer to a bigger store in a larger city. This happened to be the same city where the company’s headquarters is.
On my first day, I had to visit the corporate office to meet with management. Since I was there, I thought I would drop by the accounting manager’s office to report my address change for payroll purposes. In my old city the women who worked in the office had been dried-up old prunes, so imagine how surprised I was to see one of the hottest babes on the planet sitting in that office. This was not your average accounting manager. She had long wavy reddish hair, and her big dark eyes were checking me out with interest. I was glad that I’d been working out lately, and felt good about my tight pecs and abs. She was looking very fit herself, and very professional, in a nicely fitting dress that showed off her petite but curvaceous body.
When she smiled at me her whole face lit up, and I thought I’d better sit down fast before she could see my enthusiastic hard-on. I tried to get my mind back to business as we started talking, and I told her my new address. She said that she knew very well where it was, and that she didn’t live too far from there herself.
All of a sudden we were talking and laughing as if we had known each other forever. Her name was Stella, and she told me that she was new in town too. We talked about working out, motorcycles, what there was to do around town and everything else in between. I couldn’t believe that she was smart, interesting and funny in addition to being gorgeous. From our conversation, it was clear that she was unattached, as I was. The possibility of getting to know her better, and in the long run, I hoped, fucking her, was pretty exciting.
But then I stopped fantasizing, and told myself that an educated, professional woman like her would never be interested in a working man like me. I thought I’d better get back to business, so I thanked her and said good-bye. But I couldn’t help hoping that I would see her again sometime soon.
As the months went by, I was happy to find that Stella and I had to talk every now and then about the accounting for my store. Sometimes I would dream up questions so I would have a reason to call her or drop by for a brief visit. And sometimes it seemed as if she was doing the same thing. We even had lunch together occasionally. It was always so easy to talk to her, and we seemed to have a lot of things in common.
I gradually found out that this lady had everyone at work fooled into thinking that she was a prim and proper professional, but with me she spoke her mind. She was just as wild and as homy, I thought, as I was. But every now and then she would mention in an offhand way that people who worked together shouldn’t date each other. We would always agree, in a joking sort of way, that it was okay to be friends, and that was how we would leave it. So I held myself back from asking her out.
The holidays rolled around, and Stella called to ask me if I was going to the company party. She said she wasn’t going if I didn’t. This was encouraging, but I played it cool, and said I’d try to get there but would be late. When I arrived at around ten o’clock, everyone was already drunk, including my gorgeous accounting manager. It was the first time I’d seen her away from work, and I loved the way she looked in her normal clothes. She was definitely the hottest-looking woman there, and all the guys, even the married ones, were trying to get next to her.
But when I got there she came right up and gave me a hug, and said she was glad to see me. It made me feel like a million bucks, before taxes. I couldn’t believe how fantastic she looked, with her hair all long and curly, wearing a tight red sweater and tight-fitting jeans. She had perfect tits, and the sweetest little ass. I wanted to lick her pussy so badly that I could already taste it. And I wanted to get my aching prick inside of what I knew would be a hot and beautiful cunt.
But again I played it cool. I couldn’t believe it when she followed me outside to the deck, in the freezing cold, and asked me for a cigarette. She cuddled up next to me, and we smoked and bullshitted for quite a while. Later the boss came up and asked her for a ride home, so she had to say good-bye. I was disappointed, and went home to jack off thinking about her.
It was a while before I saw her again. We talked once in a while about something work-related, but that was about it. I tried not to think about her. I was working all the time, and never had the time or the interest to date anyone else. But I must’ve been due for some good luck. One night around five o’clock I dialed the boss’s pager number, and imagine my surprise when she called me back. First I thought that maybe they were together, and started to get disappointed, but Stella explained that he had transferred his pager to her a while ago.
Then she said what a coincidence it was for me to call just then, because she had been about to call me anyway. There was a cocktail parry at the home of one of the managers the next night, and she wondered if I wanted to go with her. I hoped that I didn’t sound too eager when I said yes. This was the first time that she had really asked me out. She even asked me to pick her up. I couldn’t wait to see her again.
The next night I arrived at her place, and Stella came out looking fabulous in a white tank top and short shorts. I could see her nipples through the thin white top, and when she sat down in my truck and crossed her long legs I was aching to touch that soft tan skin and work my way up to her sweet pussy. But we just said hi, and started talking about work. Her lively and flirtatious conversation was driving me almost as nuts as her body was, but I kept my cool.
When we got there we sat down and started drinking wine. I could tell that most of the managers wondered what she was doing there with a working guy like me. We started bullshitting about the other guests, and at one point she whispered to me, “Isn’t it hard to picture some of these people fucking each other?”
I told her I knew exactly what she meant, and we laughed about it. We couldn’t keep our eyes off of each other, and basically we didn’t give a shit about anyone else at the party. She would cross her legs and brush mine with her foot, or lean up against me while we were laughing, and I’m sure that the sexual tension between us was pretty obvious to everyone.
After a while I asked Stella if she wanted to go get some dinner at one of the nicer restaurants in town. She said she’d love to. As we walked out to my truck, she stopped me and asked me to kiss her. I couldn’t believe it, but since we were both a little drunk I was glad to oblige, even though everyone was probably watching.