Letters to Penthouse V (44 page)

Any thought of putting the moves on him evaporated. I slipped down onto the mattress on the floor, and Mickey rolled over onto his back. After he settled, he said, “Good night, Aaron, pleasant dreams.” It was a tremendous disappointment, but after a long time my cock softened, and I eventually dozed off. This is what I dreamed.

I was straddling Mickey as he lay supine on his bed. I was massaging him. My cock grew hard once again. Mickey raised his head and said, “Has that big bulge in your pants got anything to do with me?” I was appalled at what he’d said, or rather at his catching me with a hard-on. I couldn’t answer or move. “I guess I’ll have to see for myself,” he said. His hand darted down my sweats and pulled at my throbbing cock. His fingers felt soft. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

He removed his hand from my pants and pulled me close to him. Before I knew it, his tongue was exploring my mouth. I ran my hands through his hair, my heart pounding. A warm glow flowed through my whole groin. We rolled over so that Mickey was on top of me. “Aaron, I want your dick,” he growled, kissing my neck.

“It’s yours, all yours,” I sighed. He was sucking my right nipple. The feeling was indescribably intense. As he worked from my nipple to my cock, he pulled my pants down to my knees.

“I’ve waited way too long for this,” he said, smiling. He lifted my pole to his mouth, taking only the tip at first. He slowly eased my whole length into his mouth and throat. The warmth and wetness of his mouth, and his obvious pleasure in sucking my dick, sent powerful sensations flying back and forth between my cock and my brain. I could feel the juices stirring in my balls, waiting to be sprayed onto his waiting tongue. The sounds of Mickey’s sucking made me even hornier. He turned around so his crotch was over my face. I removed his jeans and put his dick in my mouth. Mickey began fucking my face—in and out, up and down—moaning in complete ecstasy. I was close to coming even before he touched me. Once he started groaning, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock spewed love juice like never before. It seemed like I’d never quit. Mickey just kept lapping it up. Soon after I started spraying, Mickey also exploded. His sperm had a delicious, salty-sweet taste.

We both collapsed. Mickey turned around and kissed me on the lips. There were still gobs of come in our mouths and our tongues mixed it around. Mickey lifted his mouth from mine, smiled and said, “Thanks for the massage.”

The next thing I knew, I was wide awake in my bed and drenched in my own come. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, then lay awake in disappointment because it never happened.

But Mickey, if you read this (and I’m sure you will), look for the bulge the next time I massage you. Yes, it’s there for you.—
A.R., Seattle, Washington

PATIENCE PAYS OFF IN A PECCADILLO WITH A PEDALING PROFESSOR

I’ve had a lovely encounter that I want to tell you about. My name is Maria. I’m a natural blonde, with brown eyes, and stand about five feet two inches tall. Three years ago, while in my first year of college, I was on the pep squad. The faculty adviser was named Judy. I used to watch her in the hallways and classrooms. She always said hello to me, and sometimes we would stop long enough to have a good talk. I started falling in love with her.

One day we were showering after a pep squad workout. Judy walked by as I was stepping out of my stall. She looked me over, as though surprised to run into me, and asked me to see her in the gym teacher’s office. I got dressed and went to see her. She asked me whether I would mind giving her a ride home, as her car was in the shop. I said I’d be glad to.

I was very excited and giddy when we got in the car, because this was as close as I’d ever been to her. I asked how she would handle a situation in which one person wanted to show how much that person liked another person. I’m pretty sure Judy could see right through my intentions. She said to just kiss the person. My face flushed, and I was glad we pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building, because my feet were trembling too much to drive.

Judy started to get out of the car, but I put my hand on her sleeve and said her name. She turned to look at me and I kissed her on the mouth. It tasted wonderful—warm and soft. Shocks of electricity raced through my body at the soft touch of her lips.

She pulled back from the kiss and told me to come with her into her apartment. We needed to talk, she explained. My legs were so shaky I could barely get out of the car, and I was frightened that she would be angry. We got inside and she helped me with my coat. As I turned round and looked up into her face, she said, “If that kiss was an indication of how much you like me, then maybe you really don’t like me that much.” My heart just soared.

We embraced and kissed again, this time for much longer. Her body was very different from the high school senior boys I’d kissed, firm in different places, soft and conforming in others. I was becoming dizzy, and my body started to feel hot. I was just getting into kissing her when she started to use her tongue on me. It felt as though somebody had pushed me into a red-hot cauldron of lust. I started to moan and grind my hips against hers. She started to do the same to me, almost frantically grasping my body.

We came up for air, literally panting from desire. She took my hand and we went into the kitchen of her apartment. We poured some iced tea and she told me to wait a moment.

She went to the bathroom, not returning for several minutes. It was obvious, when she returned, that she’d been crying. Judy told me her marriage was breaking up and it was a terribly difficult time for her. She said that what she had done, both leading me along and finally kissing me, was wrong, and that we shouldn’t meet anymore. I pleaded with her, begged her not to cut me off. “You didn’t lead me along,” I wailed. “I wanted this as much as you did.” She refused to listen, and insisted that she couldn’t see me anymore. I was heartsick and confused, but I assured her that I would do as she said and not try to see her again.

At the end of the year I transferred to a different school just a few miles away, though not because of Judy. I had decided to become a teacher, and the second college had a better program. After transferring, I had two excellent male lovers, and my feelings for Judy were put away.

During the summer break, I went back to my old school to take a class that I had missed. Every day I rode my bike between the two campuses. One day I saw a woman who looked very familiar riding a bike ahead of me. It was Judy! I caught up with her, and we started to talk. She gave me her address and asked me over to her apartment for a glass of wine that afternoon.

After class I went home, showered and changed, all the time thinking about what might happen. My boyfriend asked me where I was going, and I told him I was having dinner with an old friend.

I arrived at Judy’s place and knocked on the door. She opened it wearing a pair of denim cutoffs that showed a peek of cheek, and a new, snowy-white T-shirt with no bra. We drank some wine, talking about college classes and riding bikes. I couldn’t stop looking at her nipples and full breasts, swaying under the fabric with every gesture. She noticed that I was staring, and smiled, asking, “Do you like what you see?” I looked into her eyes and just nodded. I confessed that I hadn’t thought about her much since our one encounter, because I’d had several lovers.

“But,” I immediately added, “I’ve been thinking a lot about you since we met up again earlier today. All day I’ve been getting more and more excited.”

Judy looked pleased, and responded, “I’ve been getting turned on too, thinking about you coming over.” We moved closer on the couch and started to kiss. She moaned as we continued kissing, our lips and tongues sucking and licking. This time she didn’t pull away. We held each other, running our hands over each other’s breasts. I could feel her nipples getting hard with desire. We rolled sideways on the sofa, with her on the bottom and me lying on top. The tip of her tongue poked between my lips, which eagerly parted to encourage its entrance. As our tongues met, we began grinding our hips and breasts into each other. I could feel my pussy getting wet and hot. I put my hands on her ass-cheeks and held her as I rubbed and pushed my pussy against hers.

We stopped kissing for a moment to catch our breath, and she looked into my eyes. It was the critical moment and I had a little twinge in my stomach at the idea that she might call a halt to what we were doing. Instead she kissed me on the cheek and, with her mouth very close to my ear, said, “Why don’t we go into the bedroom?”

We got up and walked hand-in-hand through the door. Judy started to lift her T-shirt but I stopped her, turning her slowly so her back was to me. As her shirt came off, I ran my hands and fingers along her ribs and smooth stomach, eventually moving up to her breasts. They felt wonderful as I cupped them, running my thumbs over the nipples. She turned, dropping her cut-offs, unbuttoning my jeans and taking my T-shirt off. We were both nude, almost touching. I could feel the heat from her body, and my own body felt flushed and hot.

She took my hand and we went to the bed. Judy pulled the covers off and lay on the cool sheets. I eased down next to her. No words were spoken. Our lips met again, and we lay back on the bed. Kneeling next to her, I moved down to kiss and suck her breasts, not believing how good it felt. Now I knew why my boyfriends liked doing it so much! My hand inched its way down to her pussy, past her pubic hair, and I lightly ran my fingers along her slit, parting her swollen labia. She shuddered, pushing against my hand with excitement. I wanted to taste her pussy, but she pulled me back on the bed next to her.

Judy started working her way down the front of my body, and I found myself holding my breath. She kissed the lips of my pussy, and I felt like I was going to melt. Her tongue went deep inside me, and I let go of my breath, arching my back and pressing my hips into her face. She held my thighs open and managed to keep contact with me as I bucked under her. She reached a place deep inside me with the end of her tongue, then wiggled it back and forth. Every muscle in my body jerked at once. My clitoris was rubbing against her face, and when I came I felt like a weight was being lifted off me. My pussy juices were all over Judy’s face. I took her face in my hands and licked off the shining drops. I’ve always liked doing that, even when my boyfriends go down on me. Judy obviously liked it too.

Judy lay back on the bed with a sigh. I really wanted to taste her. Without any preliminaries I kissed her pussy, which was shining with moisture. My new lover’s pussy tasted a little salty, but wonderful. As my tongue slid up and down, occasionally diving into her vagina, Judy reacted like someone was shooting electricity through her. Her clit was standing up like a little light switch, and I was flicking it on and off with my tongue. Everywhere I touched with my tongue I got a reaction, and I loved it. She became more and more tense as her orgasm built. The lips of her pussy and the muscles in her legs were quivering. With a final tremor, Judy came, crying out my name, her legs flying in the air as she let go like an uncoiling spring.

I moved up the bed, kissing her face and mouth as she caught her breath. After that we must have dozed for a while. When we woke up we switched positions, arranging ourselves on our sides for a hot 69. We started licking each other’s pussy. If felt so exquisite that I was having difficulty concentrating on eating her out. But as we got into the groove of the sex, I could feel our rhythms blend and mesh, pushing and receiving, sucking and licking. We bucked as though riding wild horses.

Judy came first, then guided me over her. I was actually sitting on her face, looking at her body on the bed, running my hands over her stomach and thighs. She pressed my pussy against her face. I wiggled and twitched, which only made her lick and suck deeper and harder. I came so hard that I thought I was going to faint. The strength just ran out of my body.

Exhausted, I lay down on Judy, our sweat making our bodies slippery. I looked at her and said that I was glad I had come over for that glass of wine, and she told me that I was welcome any time.

It was time for me to leave, so we put our clothes on and I went back to my own place. I was still really turned on, so my boyfriend and I made love before falling asleep.

I went to Judy’s apartment several times while she was in class that summer, and we made love for hours. She went back to Denver in the fall, but has visited me since. We’ve been on skiing weekends, since it’s winter now. Where it goes from here we don’t know, but come what may I’m certainly glad we’ve had the chance to explore each other.—
M.J., Denver, Colorado

SOUTHBOUND SAILORS HITCH WITH OUR HERO, IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE

I drove south in my pickup to get some furniture I’d left behind when I moved recently from Florida to Virginia. Midafternoon found me in South Carolina. I was getting stupid from boredom, and still had a long way to go, so I stopped at a roadside restaurant for a cup of coffee.

Two young sailors, nineteen or twenty years old and dressed in whites, were sitting at the counter. We started talking. The guys, Tommy and Bo, were hitchhiking to Daytona. When I offered them a ride through Georgia, they eagerly accepted. They threw their bags in the back and crawled into the cab. Tommy sat in the middle. We drove along at a steady pace, talking about the navy and other things. After a while we just listened to the music on the radio. Bo dozed off.

A little later Tommy nudged me and pointed to Bo. “He must be having a heck of a good dream. Look at that trouser snake running down his leg.” I glanced over and, sure enough, Bo’s cock was very obvious, pressed against his leg in his tight pants. It grew longer and thicker as we watched.

“That’s some weapon,” I said.

“You ought to see it. It’s huge. Eight inches at least.” Tommy punched Bo and he woke up. “That’s quite a slab of meat there, Bo. Shame it’s wasted. Some girl’d fall in love with you in a heartbeat,” he joked. Bo blushed and covered his crotch with his hands.

We laughed, and took turns telling dirty jokes for a while. I enjoyed their company. It made the boring drive much more pleasant.