Letters to Penthouse XII (6 page)

His smile was devastating. “Okay,” I muttered, and he took my hand again.

Well, I didn’t have to imagine for long what he was going to look like naked. He was beautiful. He let me undress him, piece by piece, and even walked around the room in the buff for me to admire him. “It seems only fair,” he laughed. “I got to see your breasts before you even knew if you liked me.”

“I still don’t know if I like you,” I answered. “But I think I’m starting to love you.”

At that point he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply. His penis was already hard, and I enjoyed the feeling of it pressing against my tummy through my T-shirt.

Not for long, though. When we broke our kiss he pulled off my shirt so suddenly that I burst out giggling. Once again I was struggling to cover my shy little boobs, while he did his best to get past my hands so he could kiss them. We were both laughing like idiots by the time he succeeded in getting one of my nipples, which was way past erect, between his lips.

I let him think for a second that I’d given in, relaxing and letting him suckle. Then when I had him off guard, I broke away, running down the hall and slamming myself into the bedroom. We had a tug-of-war with the door, which he inevitably won, and when I tried to escape by climbing over the bed he caught me halfway, grabbing me by the waistband of my suit and whipping it off me in one graceful motion.

I stopped pretending then. I fell back on the quilt and let my lover climb on top of me. We kissed again, his tongue blazing paths to every corner of my mouth, and mine doing the same to him. His sausage-like schlong lay between us, rubbing against my mound, my pubic hair. I raised my knees, wanting to feel his hardness between my lips. His balls bounced lightly against my clit as he continued to shift and roll on top of me. It was just enough contact to excite me, but not enough to really get me where I wanted to be.

I swear I could feel my cunt lips spreading, swelling with desire. Finally I took the initiative, reaching between us to delicately grab his swollen prick and position it at my entrance. He was ready, too, and sank slowly, gratefully inside me. One stroke, two, and he was slick from root to tip, sliding easily inside me, starting to build up a little steam.

I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into me, showing him just how much I wanted to feel him slamming against me. He responded, speeding up, pumping with long, strong strokes in and out of my slick vagina.

He rose and fell on top of me, and with each upward stroke I watched as his chest peeled itself away from my boobs. My nipples were the last thing to lose contact with him. On some strokes they seemed to stick to him, sliding slickly against his skin, lubricated by our sweat. I was fascinated, watching my nipples get fucked by his chest, and I arched my body to rub them harder against him.

My excitement had three centers, one in each nipple and the third in my clit, which was getting thoroughly rubbed each time his erection crashed into me. All three tickled and burned and itched. The more excited I became the more I wanted to scratch and soothe my delicate flesh.

And then it happened. Without warning an orgasm crashed over me. At first it electrified me all over, making me shake and moan as though I’d touched a live wire. Then it soothed me, calmed me, kept passing through me in smaller and smaller ripples.

His orgasm hit just as mine was subsiding. It was powerful, but he remained completely still and silent, staring into my eyes as I felt his sperm roll into me in a torrent.

Afterward, I worried that it had only been as good as it was because I’d been so unprepared. I thought it was just the excitement of one wild moment. But over the next few weeks we proved together that we could have just as good a time when we planned it. I don’t know how far we’ll go together, but so far so good. I’m starting another temp job next week, which is going to cut into our time together, but that just means we’ll be that much hornier when we finally do get together. I’ll let you know how it all works out.—
NA., New York, New York

THERE’S NOTHING LIKE A BUMP IN THE DARK— WITH ANOTHER MAN’S WIFE

Like a lot of your readers, I love the letters about husbands who are willing or anxious to share their wives with others. Unlike most of the guys who write, though, I’m not married. I don’t want to be one of the cuckolds. I want to benefit from their generosity. I’m not greedy; it’s no big thing if the ladies don’t want to go all the way. I’m satisfied if I just get a look or a feel. I’m not out to ruin anyone’s marriage, I just want to have a little fun.

Very often, adult theaters are a great place to hook up for my kind of adventure. The first time I was fortunate enough to get in on such an event was at a downtown adult theater in Abilene.

This particular theater featured exotic dancers every couple of hours, between films. I had been sitting near the front of the theater, watching the dancers perform, not wanting to miss a chance to get my money’s worth. Before the movie began, though, I wanted to move back a little so I could see it properly.

As I moved back toward the rear of the theater, I saw a couple sitting off to the side, settling in to watch the movie. She was a really attractive blonde, probably in her late thirties. It was hard to tell how she was built. Couples are a little unusual at these theaters, though, so I decided to get fairly close to them and watch what they were up to. My blood began to pump as I prepared for some real fun.

As the movie progressed, I kept watching the couple. Every so often she would bury her face in his neck, and look back at the row behind her. That’s where I was sitting, with my cock in my hand, gently stroking it. I wasn’t trying to hide what I was doing, because I wanted to know whether she was turned on by it or not. I didn’t want to offend her or anything, if she wasn’t interested, but there was only one way to find out. She would just smile and turn back to her husband, whose hands were all over her.

It wasn’t long before her dress was completely undone, and her fine body was there for all to see. Feeling encouraged by her constant glances, I moved to the row in front of them for a better look. Oh my, but she was fine, and as hot as a stove poker. As I leaned over the back of my seat, her husband took my hand and pulled it toward her. Obviously it was okay to play with her if I wanted to, and I wanted to.

As I palmed her mound, and slipped a finger inside her really wet pussy, she began to squirm. I got up and moved around to sit beside her. Quickly, I raised her from her seat so that I could tongue her clit. That was what she’d come there for, an anonymous rendezvous with a stranger. Her face was beet-red the second I started stroking her clit, which was as tough as a brier root but as sweet as spring water. I nuzzled and licked, and she came and came until we were both satisfied and I stopped tonguing her.

In gratitude, she grabbed my hard cock and began to stroke it. She thanked me for sucking her clit, and as I came in her hand she thanked me again.

A couple of months later I was selling my house, and some people called to come and see it. You guessed it. There they were, husband and wife. None of us said a word about our earlier encounter, but I had been right. She was really fine, even in daylight.

Another of my favorite places to check out is an adult theater in Houston. The upstairs theater is for couples only on Friday and Saturday nights, but open to everyone the rest of the week. Last Super Bowl Sunday I was there when a couple came in with the express purpose of living out a favorite fantasy.

It was fairly late when they came into the theater, and I had just about decided to give up on having a real encounter and just beat off to the film. Sometimes it’s a good thing to procrastinate. She was a fox. A short black skirt, silk blouse, dark stockings and heavy makeup made her appear somewhat slutty. I knew she’d gotten herself up that way specially, that most of the time she was probably a normal, quiet housewife. That made it even more exciting. It was like she’d done this just to come and meet me. Most of the patrons were pretty well into the X-rated film; but I never fail to notice what’s going on in the real world, so I was zeroed in the second this couple arrived. I had already had a real woody going before they got there, and was enjoying playing with it when I looked around to see her right behind me, eyeing my really hard prick. I may as well admit that I’m pretty well endowed. It seemed to excite her. I hoped they were going to sit down nearby, but they just watched for a while, and then moved toward the rear of the theater.

For once, I wasn’t the only guy who noticed that a hot babe had entered the place. It wasn’t long before a group had formed around them, and hands began to reach out toward her. Her skirt was short, and very soon her husband pulled it up to demonstrate that she wasn’t wearing panties, just stockings and a garter belt, which framed her neatly trimmed pussy. Anonymous male hands had already unbuttoned her silk blouse to reveal a lovely set of hard-tipped breasts.

As her husband more or less stood aside, different guys began shoving their pricks toward her, hoping that she would choose them for her attention. Her eager hands began jacking off one very large cock. But a quick hand-job wasn’t going to be enough. Someone was smart enough to block the door so the ushers wouldn’t wander in and break up the party, and soon the man with the large cock was gently holding her up against the wall as his staff plunged in and out of her juicy cunt. She began to moan with each thrust. He went at her even harder after that, and she just went limp and clung to him as he pumped her like a machine.

Her husband was off to one side, beating his own meat. Their gyrations rose to a peak, and she went off loudly, followed by her lover.

She slumped against the wall for a minute, with sperm running down her leg. Then she looked at the knot of men around her. “More,” was all she said. One after another she took their cocks, all the time standing up against the wall. Sometimes she faced her fucker; other times she spread her perfect cheeks and encouraged them to skewer her from behind while she slapped her hands against the wall in time to their thrusts and chanted, “Yes, yes, yes. Good, good, good. Go, give it. Go, come for me baby.”

All in all some nine guys emptied their loads into this beautiful lady. When everyone who wanted to had fucked her, she slid down to her knees as if she was exhausted, but she wasn’t. Her husband now walked up to her with his dick out, and she took it eagerly in her open, panting mouth. She looked like she could suck like a pro, and within two minutes he had shot his load down her gulping throat. Once she had sucked him off, some of the other guys were ready again, and she happily blew them too. I don’t know how many guys she satisfied altogether, but I wasn’t one of them. I was having a great time just watching her and jerking off. When everyone had finished, I went over to her, leaned down to kiss her on the cheek and said, “Baby, you’re the greatest.” Everyone laughed at that, and we knew it was over.—
K.Q., Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

THIS GUY’S BOOK COMES WITH LOTS OF FOOTNOTES

I was proud to see that my sexy girlfriend Maria was completely knocked out from our latest fuck session, which had lasted almost half the night.

She was sleeping on her stomach with one knee bent. Her pussy still gaped open a little. Her cunt must not have felt like snapping back into place after being stretched by my thrusting cock for so long.

The tanned flesh of Maria’s legs shone with saliva from the toes-to-pussy licking I had given. Her hard buttcheeks stuck up like a pair of oversized tits just begging to be kneaded and sucked.

Just looking at Maria’s pussy, her bare legs and her ripe ass was enough to make me come. Maria was the perfect girl for a lifelong leg fan like me. Lots of women are willing to play along with the idea of having their feet and legs adored, but it’s easy to tell which ones truly appreciate that kind of attention.

We had met a month ago at a bar. She seemed to dislike small talk as much as I did and didn’t waste time when I asked if she wanted to come home with me.

When I cupped the cheeks of her ass that night, my dick turned rock hard. That’s because I could feel panties, but no pantyhose. When I moved my hands to the sides of her thighs, I felt the narrow satin suspenders of a garter belt. I knew I had hit the jackpot.

We moved into the bedroom. Before either of us took off our clothes, I knelt beside her and I lifted one of her legs. I slipped off her low-heeled shoe and brought her precious foot to my mouth. I had to know if she was my kind of girl, even at the risk of her storming out in disgust.

I opened my mouth and put her tiny toes inside my mouth. Then I sucked those wriggling little piggies through the sheer nylon of her stockings.

Maria didn’t draw her foot away. When I licked the underside of her foot and kissed her ankle, she said, “You really like that, don’t you?”

I caressed her calf and said, “Mm-hmm.”

“It’s been a long time since a guy paid that kind of attention to my feet,” she whispered, running her fingers through my hair. “Do you like my legs, too?” She made a little scissor motion, rubbing her long slender legs together.

Her tease was turning me on even more. “They’re fantastic,” I breathed, moving my mouth up across her shins and to her knees.

“Why don’t you roll down my stockings, so I can feel that tongue of yours a little better?” she suggested.

She undid the fasteners of her garters and I did as she had asked. After I pulled her stockings from her feet, it was time to feast. I sawed the tip of my tongue up and down in the creases between her toes. I lapped the soles of her feet, which had the ripe flavor of sweat and leather. I let my tongue travel up her legs to her satin-soft thighs.

Her pussy was so lubricated by then that her cotton panties were moist. “Here, I’ve got something else that I want you to lick,” Maria said. She tugged aside the crotch of her panties so I could give her cunt a good tongue bath. Her clit was as big as the tip of her little finger. When I sucked it, Maria lay back on the mattress and groaned. I thrusted my tongue in and out of her pussy.