Letters to Penthouse VI (15 page)
For over a minute after the first waves of orgasm, Annette was still trembling and moaning softly. I held still until she relaxed a little, then started fucking again, slowly at first, then gradually faster and harder. Her legs squeezed my waist as she bucked against me. Her cunt went from being wide and loose to squeezing me tight as a vise, and back again. “I'm coming,” I cried. Her cunt muscles contracted, and we exploded at the same time.
Exhausted, I rolled off to one side. Cal had been standing beside the bed stroking his meat and closely observing our every move. Now he crawled between her legs and began to lick and suck our juices as they oozed from her pussy.
“Turn over,” he told Annette. Placing a pillow under her, Cal mounted her from behind. He held her hips and drove his cock into her steaming snatch. I sat up and watched his dick move in and out. Cal shuddered and shot off. Annette slipped her finger down to her clit and brought herself to another small, but apparently satisfying, orgasm.
The three of us lay together on the bed. Annette held a wilted wand in each hand. I played with her boobs, and Cal had a hand over her pussy, stroking her mound gently.
“You liked that, didn't you?” I asked Cal. “You get off seeing another man screw your wife, and you want another man to watch you fuck her. Also, of course, Annette is so sensual that it takes more than one man to satisfy her. I'm really glad you chose me to share in the fun.”
“You're right, Mike. We both get off on having another guy in bed. Hey, Annette, what do you think? Can you get Mike hard again? Let me see you suck on his cock.”
Annette slid down and nuzzled my crotch. She juggled my balls and nibbled on my cock, licking the insides of my thighs and running her fingers through my pubic hair. I began to twitch and swell once more in response. Cal ran his hands over my belly, probed my navel and tickled my erect nipples. My dick grew thicker and longer. Annette held it straight up.
“It's beautiful, Mike, so full and hard. Feel it Cal,” said Annette. He squeezed and stroked my penis several times, then lowered his head and sucked on the knob. I watched as they took turns blowing me. After a while Annette sat back and let Cal take over. She finger-fucked herself and jerked Cal's dick while he went down on me.
Cal was almost as good with his mouth as Annette, and in a much shorter time than I expected, having come once already, I convulsed and shot my come into Cal's mouth. He took it all, then turned to Annette and fed her some of my juice.
I was drained. Cal lay back, and Annette lowered her cunt onto his prick. I cleaned up and dressed as she rode him frantically. After watching them reach a climax I slipped quickly out of the room.
Cal and Annette had left when I passed their room in the morning. The drapes were open.—
M.A., Greensboro, North Carolina
FRIENDLIER SKIES WERE NEVER FLOWN, AS PILOTS BOFF PASSENGER
My buddy Bob and I own a small plane together, a four-seater prop job. We use it for outings and short weekend trips. Just as some people own fishing boats, we have a plane. Sometimes one of us enjoys simply taking a solo ride through the clouds. Occasionally we taxi people to nearby destinations. We always run an ad in the paper looking for potential travelers.
On one particular Saturday we had a passenger to transport. Her name was Louise and she said she just wanted to go for a ride in a small plane. Louise was in her mid-twenties, had long dark hair and an hourglass body. When she arrived at our small local airport, Bob and I were both taken by her. She was pretty, charming and intelligent, and we both liked her immediately. It could have been a problem that we both found her so attractive, but that turned out not to be the case.
We brought a few soft drinks for our afternoon in the clouds, and Louise brought along a camera bag. The skies were clear, and the three of us were all smiles as we left terra firma. Soon we were coasting at about five thousand feet and enjoying the view. The conversation had mostly been about how Bob and I had gotten interested in owning a plane. It was a little bit of a deviation, then, when Louise brought up the subject of the infamous “mile high club.” We all admitted that we had yet to become members.
“That's just ideal,” Louise gleefully commented. “I was kind of hoping … I mean, I really was looking forward to an afternoon off the ground. But when I saw the two of you, I thought, well, why shouldn't we have some fun in the cockpit?” Well, she had two cocks in that cockpit that were ready to help her achieve her ambition.
Before we could say much more, Louise was undressing. She had the back two seats to herself, and plenty of room to spread out. The body she revealed was gorgeous and, judging from the way her nipples stood proudly up, aching for some attention.
Louise lay back on the seat and hiked her legs up so that one was on my shoulder and one on Bob's. Her secret center was totally exposed and glistening in the afternoon sun. My, my, how delicious!
Louise's next trick came from her camera bag. It turned out not to contain a camera, or even a roll of film, just a long, studded vibrator. With her cunt wide open and very moist, Louise turned on her toy. She dipped it into her opening as her two pilots took turns gazing. I looked at Bob and made a signal to him to go for it.
He turned in his chair and began running his fingers down Louise's legs. She enjoyed the stroking to accompany her electric friend. The purring of the dildo matched her own. Bob kept petting, and eventually made it to her breasts. Her nipples were standing up like runway beacons, and Bob was soon busy tweaking them between his fingers.
Louise was getting hotter and hotter by the minute. She would slip the vibrator in as far as it would go, then slowly remove it and rub her clit. Her eyes were glazed when she removed her toy and tugged Bob's head into her lap. Bob wasted no time licking his way from her knees to her musky slit.
Bob discovered that he could hold his head practically still, his tongue spread over her juicy opening, and the movement of the plane turned him into a vibrator. After a little of this they were both longing to fly united.
It took Bob a few minutes to slip out of his clothes and into the rear with Louise. She positioned herself on her knees and leaned up over Bob's front seat. Bob was sitting in Louise's seat, setting his sights on one very wet pussy. I don't know if he was moving into her or vice versa, but they melted together rapidly.
The whole time this was going on I was doing my best to steer the plane while watching the whole operation in the mirror. It was a constant battle to remind myself to look out the windscreen from time to time instead of at the sexy action behind me. My voyeuristic adventure had my dick screaming to get out of my pants.
Louise realized my difficulty and asked if I would like some attention. I carefully dropped my shorts, and she eagerly dropped her head down into my lap. That meant she had to squeeze herself between the two front seats, an impressive feat. Louise had her pussy churning away on Bob's stiff shaft, and her mouth full of my cock. That's when I learned about the special added effect the engine vibration had on any physical contact. We were all ready to blow in no time. First came Bob. He gushed his burning incense into Louise. That set her off and resulted in her sucking harder on my dick. The increased suction, combined with a little light turbulence, finished me off, and she had soon drained my member of every drop.
Despite the multiple orgasms, none of us stopped our motions. Bob kept dipping and Louise kept sucking. She had gotten what she wanted, and yet she wanted more. It was my turn in back. Bob and I changed places, and he took up my practice of spending four-fifths of his time staring in the mirror, with only occasional glances out the front for safety.
Louise used her luscious lips to return my dick to its rampant state. Looking me directly in the eyes, she said, “One fuck is fine, but two is my type of screw.” We leaned both the rear seats back flat, and I leaned her horizontal onto her back. With a mighty thrust, I grabbed both her legs and slid in. Bob and Louise had produced a lot of juice, and I was ready to add to the mixture. As we glided together and apart, Louise alternated between screaming and gasping for breath.
Seeking to improve the action he was witnessing, Bob tapped me on the shoulder and handed me Louise's vibrator. I smiled, turned that hummer on and applied the tip directly to the point where our bodies joined. She clapped in enjoyment, saying, “That's it, that's it!” That certainly was it, and I let go a voluminous rush of juice. Spray after spray poured into her. She hollered, “Oh, my!” which I thought was pretty funny. I wasn't laughing, though, when her pussy tightened around my dick, pulling more squirts from me and causing her to have a massive O of her own.
Our flight was nearly two hours old. We had traveled a little over a hundred miles. A hundred miles of nonstop fucking. Sometime during my time with Louise, Bob had gotten us turned around and headed for home. We never did get our clothes back on before we approached our home airport.
As we came in for a landing, Louise was busy pumping our dicks with her hands. Bob and I have made better landings, but we got the plane on the ground. As we coasted toward the hangar we realized that Louise was determined to draw one last load from each of us. I wonder what the view was like from the air controller's tower. Anyway, Louise got her wish and swallowed her souvenirs.
Louise appreciated the chance to fly in a small plane. She said, “A jet will never be the same.” Bob and I told her that no flying would ever be the same.—
A.J., Atlanta, Georgia
EX-CON'S ATTENTIONS TURN LONELY GAL INTO A PRISONER OF LOVE
When my best friend Amanda invited me to visit her at her home in sunny Florida, I decided to take a much-needed vacation. I had broken up with my boyfriend at the beginning of the year. Without anyone to take care of my sexual needs, I was so horny all the time that I couldn't concentrate on anything for very long. I needed a change of pace.
I called Amanda to make arrangements for my visit. She mentioned that her brother-in-law Evan, who had just been released from prison after a seven-year stint, was staying with them until he got back on his feet. I had met Evan some years earlier, and I flashed on a mental picture of him. As I recalled, he was quite a stud. Although I played it cool on the phone, the thought of scratching my ever-present itch with a guy who'd been starving for pussy for the last seven years really sparked my interest.
When I arrived at her home in my rented convertible, Amanda was real glad to see me. We spent some time gossiping and catching up on the latest news. She told me that her husband had been unexpectedly called away on business and wouldn't be back for a few days.
Then Evan came home. He was looking hotter than ever. He had evidently worked out a lot while in prison, as he was in excellent shape. I flirted with Evan for a while and teased him about prison life, asking him whose bitch he'd been. He responded good-naturedly, assuring me he was still all man.
Amanda and I decided to go out and paint the town red. We proceeded to barhop until the wee hours. When we got home, Amanda realized she had forgotten her house keys, so we were locked out. We had to wake up Evan, who was sleeping on the sofa bed in the living room, to let us in.
I was feeling as horny as ever, so I figured there wasn't any point in wasting any more time. I changed into a sheer black robe and went back out to the living room. Evan, who was still awake, seemed pleased to see me.
Trying to be quiet and discreet, I simply pointed at Evan, rubbed my wet box and tilted my head toward the guest room where I was staying. He didn't need any more encouragement to bring his rock-hard, sex-starved cock into my room so he could prove to me he hadn't been anyone's bitch in prison.
My pussy was eager to provide the tightness and wetness he'd missed all those years. I must have needed a truly wild lover too, because after one night with Evan I couldn't get enough of him. The next day I talked him into joining me on a road trip to New Orleans.
Speeding down the highway, we could hardly keep our hands off each other. Evan wanted to hear my most intimate sexual fantasy, so I told him the one about being sent to an all-male prison due to some legal error, and having my fill of all those desperate, tattooed inmates. I thought he might cream his skintight jeans when he heard it! He told me to stick my fingers into my wet pussy and let him taste my sweet juice. He pronounced it delicious.
Things were getting frantic as we cruised along at ninety. Evan wanted me to come so badly, he jammed his right hand down my spandex shorts while he drove with his left. I did a bump and grind on Evan's fingers as we tore down the highway. No doubt the truck drivers we passed got an eyeful. Evan worked me into a frenzy, rubbing my swollen clit with his thumb and sliding his strong fingers deep into my dripping pussy. I exploded before we crossed the state line.
As Evan licked my juice off his fingers, I leaned over and freed his throbbing cock. I licked and sucked and nibbled on his beautiful shaft. He kept saying that we had to get a hotel room so he could fuck me properly.
We finally pulled into a rest area so we could give free rein to our passions without worrying that we'd cause an accident. A busload of retirees milled around the rest area, but neither of us cared. Evan pulled up alongside the most isolated picnic table and gave me his boyish, yet hardened, grin. I simply couldn't resist. Although several people could see what was going on, I kneeled down and sucked Evan off. He moaned and shuddered as he exploded in orgasm. As we got back into the car, he swore he wouldn't make it to the state line if he didn't get a chance to fuck me.
My anticipation had been growing by the mile, so we didn't go too far before we stopped at a hotel. We decided that we needed to sustain ourselves for the bedroom festivities, so we dressed for dinner. Wanting to keep Evan on his toes, I wore a skintight denim dress and panties.
After we were seated at a cozy corner table in the hotel's dining room, I gently picked up his right hand and started to kiss his palms and suck on his fingers while staring passionately into his eyes. When the waiter came to take our order, I pulled Evan's hand under the table and onto my bare thigh. While Evan did his best to place our order, I slowly slid his hand up my silky inner thigh and placed it on my steaming box. The mixture of surprise and delight on his face was one I'll never forget. After a dinner of rather obvious, frantic groping, Evan suggested his own special recipe for dessert. He didn't have to ask twice.