Letters to Penthouse VI (16 page)

My most incredible memory of that trip is lying spread-eagle on the bed while Evan straddled me, his throbbing harpoon aimed toward my frantic pussy. But instead of the incredible fucking I desperately wanted, he decided to tease me for a while. He gently licked every inch of my body until I thought I would die. It was the most erotic sense of frustration I'd ever experienced.

When Evan stiffened his tongue and buried his face between my legs, I felt as if a volcano was erupting inside me. As my lava flowed, Evan had an eruption of his own. His hot come spurted high into the air. I begged him to give me a taste, but he just laughed and rammed his pulsating, still-hard cock between my legs. He fucked me so thoroughly and completely, I knew I would never be the same. Sex with Evan was so much better than the mediocre sex I'd been having with guys back home.

When you visit New Orleans, you're supposed to remember jazz bands, Cajun food and Bourbon Street, but my memories of the city only include the most incredible sex of my life. Evan, though, has a more permanent reminder of that road trip. Now my sexy face and curvaceous body are immortalized in living color on his right shoulder. That's one tattoo I'll make sure he never regrets.—
P.N., Mobile, Alabama

AFTER SEVEN YEARS, MELODY FINDS A MAN WHO'S SINGING HER TUNE

I live in a small town in Arizona, and although I have dated a variety of women during my life, I have never met a woman like the one I'm about to describe. Her name is Melody.

I work for a telecommunications company as a telephone repairman, and during the course of a day I visit many private residences and business offices. The view is great when you're making a house call and the lady of the house isn't wearing much, or when you're under a desk fixing a phone line while tan, shapely legs are passing by.

On one particularly slow day, I was in the office looking over some work orders and trying to decide which one I would fulfill that day. Suddenly this goddess walked in. She strode up to the service counter and leaned over, resting her arms on the counter, which caused her T-shirt to dip down and reveal a glimpse of her tits. I couldn't tell if she did this intentionally to get my attention, or if it was purely accidental. From where I was standing, though, the view was terrific.

I headed toward the service counter and asked this vision of beauty if I could help her. When she opened her mouth to reply, out came a voice that was softer than a bird's call. Her frizzy, shoulder-length, light brown hair was tied back. Her brown eyes were inquisitive, as if she were searching for something. Her skin was smooth, and her lips were full. She had large hands, with long fingers and red-painted nails.

She asked me how she could arrange to have her home, which was located in a somewhat remote area, wired for phone service. I told her she needed to fill out an application for telephone service, and that I would personally take care of her request. What a way to get her name and address!

A few days later I went out to Melody's house and proceeded to hook up the telephone service she'd requested. After the installation was complete, I asked her if I could see her again sometime. She replied that it was a possibility.

After letting a few days pass, I called her at her new number. She invited me to her house for dinner that evening. When I arrived at six, she was still busy at the stove making the final dinner preparations. After we ate, we talked for a while about ourselves. We soon realized we had a lot in common. It seemed as if we were meant for each other.

During our conversation, Melody mentioned that she had been divorced for almost seven years and had not been involved with anyone during that time. I thought it would be fun to fuck someone who hadn't made love for so long.

At long last I leaned over to kiss her good night. At first her response was hesitant. We kissed again, and this time I took her in a full embrace. She slid her tongue into my mouth, then sucked on my tongue.

As we continued kissing and tonguing each other, I reached up and placed my right hand on her left breast. She let out a sigh and pressed her lips harder against mine. I caressed her breast gently. It fit right into my hand. I reached around and grabbed her ass-cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. When I did this, she ground her pussy against my cock. Reaching down, she massaged my cock through my pants with an up-and-down motion. No doubt she could feel how hard I was. Then she led me to her bedroom.

She sat me on her four-poster bed. I watched as she took off her shoes and socks. She pulled off her T-shirt in one quick motion, and her dark areolas were visible through her lacy, low-cut bra. I removed my shirt and pulled down my pants, exposing my hard cock.

Lying on the bed, I watched as she unbuckled her belt, un-snapped the snap, unzipped the zipper and pulled her pants down. Her breasts looked like they were trying to pop out of her bra. Reaching behind her back, she unsnapped her bra and removed it. Her breasts were beautiful. She then bent over to remove her panties. Her dark pussy hair was neatly trimmed. She was slim and her tits were full and firm. They stood up proudly, protruding forward. She climbed onto the bed and lay on top of me. We continued kissing as I massaged her tits. Finally I reached down between her legs to see if her pussy was wet and ready.

I rubbed her cunt with my fingers, moving them back and forth until she began to breathe more heavily. Repositioning herself, she put her hand on my cock and very slowly began to lick the head of it. Then she took it into her mouth and began to suck gently. She kept a firm grip on the base of my cock, holding it in place so that she could continue licking and sucking it. She slid her fingers down to my balls and played with them as if they were marbles.

I lay supine, watching her suck my cock as if she were sucking a lollipop. I reached over to massage her tits as I slowly thrust my hips up and down. She moved up to kiss me, and we rolled over, leaving me on top. I began to squeeze her mounds and suck her nipples, which were now about the size of the tip of my little finger.

I slid down her breasts to her stomach, licking and kissing her all the way, until I reached her love-mound. Her cunt hair was soft, and as I spread her legs I ran my tongue along her cunt lips and rubbed my nose in her pubic hair. I spread apart her cunt lips, slid my tongue into her groove and slowly licked upward. When I reached her clit, I began to suck on it while working my tongue over it in a circular motion. With her eyes closed she moaned, placed her hands on her breasts and licked her lips. I reached up to move her hands from her chest. I began to massage and squeeze her tits while simultaneously licking her pussy.

Soon my face was as wet as her cunt. I slid up her body and guided my love-rod toward her mound of damp pubic hair. Her pussy was soaked. She grabbed my cock and guided me into her tunnel of love. As I entered her cunt, she let out a gasp and moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

I slowly began to fuck her with in-and-out thrusts until she was fully lubricated and the sliding action was rhythmically smooth. I looked down so I could watch my rod slide in and out of her. She spread her legs wide apart so that I could watch all the action. Her breasts would jiggle whenever I began to thrust harder.

When I looked up at Melody again, I saw that the color of her eyes had turned from brown to green. I guessed this meant, “Go!” so I began to thrust even harder. She grabbed my ass and pulled me toward her on every downstroke. We kissed and squeezed each other tightly while we continued to hump and pump with everything we had.

I was close to orgasm, and I guess Melody could sense that. She pressed her legs tightly together and began to writhe and pump her hips upward until she came. As I exploded inside her, she let out a cry that I thought the whole neighborhood would hear.

We were both sweating profusely and clinging to one another, so we didn't cool down quickly. While we were both panting and gasping for air, Melody kept her pussy gripped tightly around my cock. She would gently contract her muscles every now and then to get the remaining drops of semen out of my cock. This was the first time I had ever been milked for everything I had. As we lay on the bed next to each other, I told her she was the best I'd ever had.

I asked her if I could take a shower, and she said she'd join me. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. We both got into the shower. After I washed myself off, I helped her wash her back. I lathered her up with soap and ran my hands over her breasts and between her legs. We both got steamed up again, and soon were ready for round two.

I raised her left leg up, slid my cock into her wet cunt and fucked her against the shower wall. We both came again, and then finished our shower. We dried ourselves off with big, fluffy towels. I got dressed, but she stayed wrapped in her towel. She climbed into bed naked, and I decided to call it a night and head home. I drove about five miles toward my house, then made a U-turn and returned to Melody's place for the night. I just couldn't stay away.

This affair continued until we went our separate ways. But I'll always be grateful for the opportunity to experience seven years of stored-up sexuality in one absolutely fabulous night.—
N.A., Tucson, Arizona

COMELY COED COMES ON TO TEACHER—AND SOON THEY'RE PETTING

I am a graduate student at a midwestern university. I am considered average-looking and have never had a problem getting a pretty coed in my bed. Last semester I was assigned to teach an entry-level psychology class that most freshmen are required to take. The class was scheduled for late afternoon, and the campus was very quiet at that time.

On the first day of class, an attractive girl sat in the first row right in front of my desk. Her eyes followed me all around the classroom. After the class ended, I stayed at my desk to finish up some paperwork. When I looked up, the girl from the first row was standing in front of me. She introduced herself as Mikki. She was petite, standing only about five feet tall. At six foot five, I towered over her. Even though she was wearing a bulky sweater because of the cold weather, I could tell that her chest was huge.

Mikki told me that she had just transferred here from another college and didn't know anyone yet. She said that she had really enjoyed her first class at her new school and wanted to thank me. We sat in the classroom for at least an hour and just talked. Then she asked if I would help her move some furniture in her house. I said sure.

We both got into our cars, and I followed her to an old farmhouse about twenty miles away. She told me that friends of her parents who lived in Florida owned the place. They had offered to let her live there if she kept an eye on things.

The house had a beautiful stone fireplace in the family room. I offered to start a fire, and she said that she would make me dinner if I helped her move some stuff upstairs.

Mikki led me to her bedroom. There was a big trunk in the middle of the floor. She asked if I could move it into the spare bedroom next door. After I moved it, Mikki called me back into her room. She was standing on her bed, wearing a long robe. Extending her arms, Mikki said that I deserved a big hug for being so nice. I walked over to her. As I was about to hug her, she opened her robe. In front of me were the largest, whitest breasts I have even seen.

She pulled me close and smothered my face in those mammoth melons. I started to suck them like a man who was dying of thirst. Her nipples, which were at least a half inch in diameter, stuck out like pencil erasers.

I feasted on Mikki's tits for some time, then slid both of my hands down the front of her jeans. Her skin was so soft that I didn't want to lose contact with it. I unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, and let them fall to her knees. Mikki had an orgasm as I pulled her panties off. I laid her down on the bed and started licking up the succulent juices that were flowing from her pussy like a mountain stream. She was screaming in ecstasy and thrashing her head from side to side. My eight-inch dick was so hard it almost hurt. It yearned to be released.

After her third orgasm, I unleased my love-stick from my pants. Mikki started sucking on it while massaging my balls. I knew I was close to orgasm, so I warned her I was about to come. She continued to suck, and my cock erupted, sending spurt after spurt of love-nectar into her mouth. She didn't let up until every drop was milked from my body.

I collapsed on the bed next to her, and she started to massage my cock to get me hard again. Once erect, I rolled her over and entered her furry love-canal. The warmth and tightness was unbelievable. I kept pumping while she had orgasm after orgasm. As her body shuddered and quaked, I filled her up with my cream. Afterward I lay down next to her. While I caressed her breasts, Mikki told me that she was madly in love with me, even though we had just met that day. I felt the same way toward her. At that moment, my only goal was to give her as much pleasure as I could. We embraced and kissed deeply. I removed the rest of her clothes as well as my own. I wrapped her in a blanket and carried her down to the family room. I laid her in front of the fireplace and unwrapped her from her cocoon. As we lay side by side, I entered her and we proceeded to make love again. We stayed in this position for the remainder of the night, waking up to make love several times.

All this happened two months ago, and we have been living together ever since.—
R.B., Indianapolis, Indiana

STUDLY HOUSEPAINTER SHOWS WANTON WIFE A FEW NEW STROKES

My husband Jerome and I have had a good sex life ever since we married seven years ago. I had been married before, but my first marriage didn't work out. In the year between marriages I'd had several lovers, and Jerome had been the best one. Since I don't climax easily, we often use a vibrator during intercourse to bring me to orgasm.

Jerome is a salesman, and he spends a lot of time on the road. When he's away, my vibrator and my fantasies keep me satisfied. I'm about five feet eight inches tall and have a rather large build. Though I'm not fat by any means, I have been described as voluptuous. My bust measures 42DD, and I have well-rounded hips and shapely legs. I work out regularly to keep my shape, and I'm proud of the way I look.