Letters to Penthouse XXXVI (30 page)

—Ms. O.P., Illinois

It was Lynne’s birthday, and I had promised to take her out for a wonderful celebratory dinner. She had dressed with care,
putting on a dark green dress with a low neckline and a black garter belt to hold up her nylons. Her spike-heeled shoes clipped
along the walk as we headed to the car, and I could smell the perfume she had placed strategically between her breasts and
on her inner thighs.

I ate mechanically, my attention fixed on the loveliness of my wife, watching her wholehearted enjoyment of the succulent
lobster. After a while she excused herself, and when she returned from the ladies’ room she pressed her damp panties into
my hand to indicate the degree of her arousal, daring me to lick them right then and there.

I raised them to my face, inhaling their musk and tasting her sweetness on the dampened fabric. I did love this woman! As
the waitress came to clear our plates, I hastily stuffed the flimsy garment in my pocket and smiled. Lynne ordered dessert,
but I had no wish to put any other taste than hers in my mouth.

She slipped off a shoe and maneuvered her foot between my thighs, tracing the outline of my raging hard-on and caressing it
with her toes. As the pressure and intensity grew, she put one hand below the table and withdrew it, her fingertips glistening
with pussy juice. She offered me her hand and I took it, almost overwhelmed by her scent. I leaned across and kissed her fingers,
taking them in my mouth slowly. This was the taste I was yearning for, and I sucked her fingers until her dessert arrived.

In the car after dinner, Lynne leaned her head on my shoulder and dozed contentedly. I reached over and caressed her breast,
feeling her nipple swell with excitement. She moaned softly as I pondered my next move. Pulling over to the side of the road,
I slowly pulled her dress up her thighs, revealing the tops of her nylons and her garter belt.

I stroked her lightly, letting my fingertips brush lightly over her exposed flesh. She stirred and instinctively spread her
legs, allowing me full access to her hot pussy. Still using only my fingertips, I traced a path across her mound, letting
them dance in her pubic hair. Moving down, I tickled her outer pussy lips, feeling the slippery folds of skin. Probing with
a little more pressure, I parted them, rubbing the area between her clitoris and her oozing pussy opening.

After a few minutes of my touch, she began to gyrate her hips. I used my whole open hand to apply even more pressure to her
mound and ran one finger down her slit, drawing out a small gasp and even more juice from her pussy. She was bucking against
my hand, and I could feel her accelerated heartbeat in her engorged clit. Moving my fingers again to concentrate on that swollen
nub, I rubbed and pinched it at the base, each stroke eliciting new gasps and moans. As I teased her like that she brought
her own hand down and slid two fingers deep inside, finger-fucking herself till she exploded into orgasm.

Lynne let me suck her fingers as she sucked mine clean, and another idea dawned on me. Pulling her out of the car after me
into the soft darkness, I embraced her and kissed her deeply as I massaged her bare ass through the thin fabric of her dress.
I grabbed her ass cheeks hard, squeezing them and pulling her even tighter against me, crushing our pelvises together. With
one finger I traced the indentation of her ass until I found her hot puckered hole. As I worked a finger up her curvaceous
ass, she whimpered in pleasure.

Relaxing my hold on Lynne, I spun her around and started to grind my throbbing hard-on against her backside. She met me grind
for grind as I pushed her forward and laid her across the hood of the car, her tender ass up and exposed to me, the pearlescent
moonlit cheeks framed by the black lace of her garter belt.

I kissed each cheek and then proceeded to give her a real happy birthday spanking, one slap for each year and “one to grow
on.” Her ass began to glow in the dim light, and her flesh felt as if it was on fire. I rubbed some of her pussy juice onto
and into the opening of her ass as she reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart for me. I then unfastened my pants and
let them drop. My cock was as hard as a cast-iron skillet handle as I positioned myself. Using her abundant pussy juices for
lubrication again, I rubbed my cockhead up and down her asscrack, then suddenly stuffed her tight butt full of my thick cock.

The spanking had made my wife wild with desire, and I fucked her ass hard and deep. The car was rocking with the intensity
of my thrusts. Lynne came again without either of us touching her pussy. I couldn’t last much longer, so I grabbed her hips
and plunged still deeper, my balls slapping her flesh as I spilled my steaming seed into her clasping rear passage.

I collapsed across Lynne’s back and we lay there for a moment trying to get our breath back. We had only just managed to straighten
out our clothes and get back in the car when a police cruiser pulled alongside us. I forestalled the cop by saying we were
going, but he leaned down and gave me a short, stern lecture about littering. I couldn’t imagine what he meant until he held
up Lynne’s panties, which must have fallen out of my pocket. I stammered something incoherent as he winked, saluted, and wished
us goodnight. After a stunned moment of silence, we laughed the whole way home.

—Mr. P.T., Missouri

For my girlfriend Sophia’s birthday, I decided to give her a treat that we would both enjoy: cupcakes. Sophia is short, petite,
and trim, with curves in all the right places, despite her voracious sweet tooth. Sophia has to have dessert every night,
and she is always on the hunt for the perfect cookie, brownie, and cake. The other day, I found a new bakery that had recently
opened and asked for two dozen cupcakes in assorted flavors. They looked delicious, but I forced myself to wait until Sophia
got home before I tried one of them.

I heard Sophia’s car in the driveway and quickly turned off all the lights, then lit the candles in each of the twenty-four
cupcakes. By the time she walked in the door, I was standing in a dark room with a platter of tempting, multicolored cupcakes
to greet her, totally naked. “Oh, my goodness,” she said, laughing when she saw me standing there with my exposed hard-on.

I held a cupcake out to her and she took a bite. Sophia eats cupcakes unlike anyone else I’ve ever seen. Even if I weren’t
dating her, I’d find it completely sexual. Before biting into the cake, she’d stick out her tongue and scoop up a small dollop
of icing, then slowly swallow it. I knew that the explosion of sugar in her mouth would set off an explosion farther south,
too. Sophia doesn’t just like eating dessert, she gets turned on by having it, and I planned to keep plying her with sugar
until she was climbing the walls with arousal. She looked up at me as she took the next bite, one hand holding a cupcake and
the other already snaking down to rub her pussy. I simply watched her celebrate her birthday in the best way I could imagine,
my cock hardening more with each passing second. When she held out her half-eaten cupcake to me, I opened my mouth and she
pressed the sweet treat inside. I managed to take one bite, but the rest of it fell, crumbling, down to the floor.

Sophia took the plate from me, setting it on a side table, and began to lick the crumbs off my face and shoulders. Then she
looked down and saw my cock jutting straight up. She hiked up her skirt to reveal her bare pussy; I guess Sophia had found
another way to celebrate her birthday—by going pantyless all day! After the erotic show she’d just put on with her tongue,
I couldn’t resist her for one more minute. I pushed her against the wall, rubbing my cock along her slit, relishing the wetness
that greeted me there. I took her hand and wrapped it around my cock, wanting her to feel how warm and stiff she’d made me.
She took my dick in her small, soft hand, her fingers gliding up and down my length while her eyes watched my cockhead poke
through the circle of her hand.

When I thought I couldn’t stand the tantalizing temptation any longer, Sophia guided my cock toward her waiting hole. She
pushed down against me and I thrust upward, and we fit together perfectly. I gripped her hips, tugging her closer, wanting
to get as deep inside her tight pussy as possible. When she kissed me, her mouth still tasted sweet, the lingering flavor
of the cupcakes, and that sugary taste spurred me on. I stuck my tongue deep into her mouth, claiming her as my cock claimed
her cunt.

She brought her arms around my neck, clinging to me as her body went limp. Her pussy tightened around my cock, and I was so
attuned to every move she made that I could tell what each kind of quiver meant. Sophia is an incredibly responsive lover,
reacting to my cock’s thrusts with tremors of her own, and I felt her bearing down against me, then her cunt letting go with
a series of very fast spasms, signaling she was close to coming. These tremors happened so fast there was barely any time
between them, so it felt like my cock was being squeezed tighter and tighter, her pussy contracting until my cock fit snugly
inside her viselike grip. I loved the rawness of being fused so closely with her, but also knew I was about to come. I pressed
the rest of my body against her, our legs, chests, arms, and faces touching as I shoved into her one final time before unleashing
a load of hot come deep into her spasming cunt. Sophia cried out and came as she felt the waves of liquid gushing into her
cunt, a mutual climax, which I always consider the best kind.

After we were done, we moved into the living room, where Sophia gave me a fabulous backrub. For a small girl, she has strong
hands and arms, and I could feel my back practically melting under her touch. Then her hands wandered lower and lower, traveling
down my spine until she was right above my ass. We were both still naked, and even though she’s given me countless backrubs,
I wasn’t immune to the feel of her hands hovering so close to my ass. My cock leaped to attention, and she continued on her
path until she was cupping my ass cheeks. Sophia leaned over my shoulder, her hard nipples brushing my back, and blew on my
earlobe. Suddenly, her backrub had taken on a new kind of intensity. My sore muscles were soon forgotten, giving way to the
urgency of my throbbing cock.

When Sophia’s tongue darted against my earlobe, licking it slowly, caressing that sensitive skin, my hand automatically went
to my cock. Once again, her talented tongue was turning me on, and as she gave my entire ear as much attention as she’d paid
earlier to her cup-cake, I groaned in pleasure. Sophia took full advantage of having caught me in her tender trap, sucking
on my earlobe, then wrapping her legs around my waist so she could rub her pussy against my bare back. I could smell her arousal
and knew I had to have her again. Sophia must have had the same idea, because she licked her way along my neck, then maneuvered
me around so we were facing each other.

I immediately sank on top of her, as sex-crazed as I’d been earlier, my cock zeroing in on her warm, slick entrance. I thrust
into her, needing to once again bury my cock all the way inside her pussy, which was already doing that wonderful pulsing
that drives me wild. I closed my eyes, focusing solely on the sensation of her wetness wrapped around me. Sophia brought her
legs around my waist, sealing us together even more. We rocked in unison, her ass thrusting upward off the couch as I slammed
against her, our bodies joining in a perfect embrace. I kissed Sophia again and was amazed to find her lips and mouth still
tinged with sugary sweetness. When she cupped my ass cheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart so I could feel the pressure
of her hands in my balls, I lost it, quickly spurting another load of come inside her. This must have been exactly what she
wanted, because with some more furtive groping of my butt, Sophia came, too, unleashing her own flood of juices.

We eventually returned to the kitchen, feeding each other mouthfuls of cupcake in between more long, lazy kisses. “Josh, baby,
this was the most incredible birthday ever. You and your amazing cock are the best presents I could ask for, but the cupcakes
are a close second.” We didn’t get to bed until very late that night, and there are still plenty of cupcakes in the fridge
so we can continue our naughty celebration for days to come.