Letters to Penthouse XII (22 page)

I sat in the bar for what seemed like forever, until I saw Dirk walk through the lobby and leave the hotel. I hurried back to the room. As I entered, Donna was lying across the bed on her back, her knees raised and her legs spread. She turned to look at me as I approached. She said she loved me and kissed me. For the first time I tasted another man’s come on my wife’s mouth.

I said I wanted to know everything that had happened. This is the story she told me.

After I had left, Dirk set up his boom box and put on a slow, sensual song to strip by. First to come off was his shirt, revealing, a rock-hard, hairy chest and a washboard stomach. Facing Donna, he rolled his hips to the music and peeled down his skin-tight jeans. Seeing him in his red silk thong underpants, she found herself throwing back the sheets and playing with her wet pussy.

As Dirk watched her, his cock swelled until its purple head started peeking out of his thong. He slid the thong down and off, letting his snake free. He danced his way closer to the bed, his dick swaying and bobbing before Donna’s eyes. When he was close enough, she reached out to touch it, then stroked it until it was fully erect, eight inches long and as thick as her wrist.

His nuts were large and hairy. A drop of pre-come glistened on the end of his shaft. She moved to the edge of the bed, bent forward and stuck out her tongue to lick it off. Her lips moved down to his rod. As he pushed his hips toward her, she cupped his balls in her hands. He fucked faster and faster, and with a powerful thrust erupted in her.

She sucked until she had drained him. Now he placed his hands under her arms, lifting her off the bed and pulling her against him. He tilted her head back and ran his tongue deep in her mouth. He kissed and sucked his way down her until he was on his knees in front of her. She fell back on the bed as her stud sucked the outer lips of her pussy into his mouth, one by one. He buried his tongue in her love-box, sucking her nectar. She was so hot that all she wanted was her stallion’s big cock in her pussy.

She didn’t have to wait long. Dirk nibbled his way up her belly, placed her legs over his shoulders, pulled her ass off the bed and brought the head of his pole to her entrance. He massaged her pussy lips with his cockhead. She begged him to fuck her till she came.

He leaned forward and slid in her until his balls nestled against her ass. He held still for a few seconds, then drew his shaft from her and drove it back home. She thrust her hips forward, jamming her pussy on his dick as hard as she could. She felt her orgasm crawling down her spine.

Dirk picked up the pace, slamming his sausage in her cunt like a pile driver. With Donna’s legs waving in the air and her head rolling from side to side, a climax crashed down on her. She said it felt like he had turned her inside out with his dick. He stopped pumping long enough for her to calm down a bit, then resumed, slowly at first, then faster and faster. After a few minutes she began to come again. This orgasm built in her belly and vibrated out through her pussy, getting more intense with each thrust of Dirk’s member.

“Fuck me, stud!” she shouted. “Fill me with come!”

As wave after wave of pleasure washed over my wife, Dirk emptied his load in her. She sprawled across the bed, almost unconscious with pleasure. He collected his things, but before he left, he kissed her gently and thanked her for the best sex he said he’d ever had.

After Donna related her tale of lust, she rolled over on her side and stroked my hard-on. I kissed her and told her I loved her. She rolled on top of me, nestled her twat on my cock and lowered herself on it. After the evening’s events, I knew I wouldn’t last long. She rode my pole, rotating her pelvis until I went off like a volcano, my jism mixing with that already inside her.

That experience two months ago has completely liberated Donna’s sexual outlook. Since then she occasionally goes to a local strip bar or nightclub on a weekend night and picks up a man, taking Mm to a motel and letting him fuck the shit out of her. Last week she even took on two guys at once. She comes home after these sessions and makes passionate love to me as she relates her evening’s adventure.

She has also agreed to bring a guy home to fulfill my fantasy of watching her. I’ll let you know when she does! —
K.U., Lima, Ohio

AS HE WASHED HIS CAR, A SEXY NEIGHBOR SHOWED HIM HOW TO USE HIS HOSE

Last summer I was outside washing my car. It was a warm day, and I soon shed my shirt, socks and shoes and worked in just shorts. As I was finishing, a neighbor walked up the drive. I had met her once or twice but had forgotten her name.

“Good afternoon, Victor,” she said. “How are you?”

“Fine,” I said, trying to recall her name. “And you?”

“Oh, just fine. We’re having a garage sale next weekend, and I thought I’d let you know in case you wanted to join in, make it a neighborhood, sale or something.”

“Thanks, but I don’t really have that much stuff that I need to sell,” I replied.

“Oh, that’s right,” she said. “You live alone now. How inconsiderate of me.”

“No,” I said, trying to relieve her embarrassment. “It was a long time ago. It’s true she didn’t leave me with much, but I’m okay. Don’t let it bother you, uh—”

“Paula,” she said. “I’m
Paula.
Husband, Dick; daughter, Judy.”

“Oh sure,” I said lamely. “You guys have that nice green Chrysler convertible.”

“Right,” she said. “But it’s not as pretty as your car.” And she began walking around my Jeep.

“Thanks, I try to keep it nice,” I said, and started to rinse off the soapy car with the hose while trying not to get her wet. Unfortunately, in my awkward attempts to avoid her, some of the water splashed back onto me.

“Hey, smooth move!” she laughed, pointing to where I had thoroughly soaked the front of my shorts. She had a cute laugh and a wonderful smile. I wondered just how good her sense of humor was, so I gave her a quick shot with the hose. She squealed and backed away but didn’t lose the smile.

“You better watch it, buddy,” I heard a voice say. I turned and saw her husband coming up the drive.

“Sorry, Dick,” I said, wondering if I was in trouble. But he was smiling, so I added, “But she was asking for it.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” he replied, then turned to his wife. “Honey, I’ve gotta go to work for a few hours, so pick up Judy at Carol’s later, okay?” She nodded, and Dick glanced over at me and added, “And you two have fun.”

Before I could think of anything to say, he turned and walked down the drive.

“What did he mean by that?” I asked Paula. She just smiled and walked back toward the car.

“Can I look at the inside?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said, and walked around to open the door for her. She bent down and started asking me about the features and options.

“What does this do?” she asked, and I bent down to see what she was referring to. As I leaned forward, she moved back slightly, so that we were in contact, her butt against my groin.

“I can’t see what you’re pointing at,” I said.

“This thing here, the black thing, what is it?” she said, wiggling her ass just a bit.

I pushed forward a little, trying to see in, and realized that I was getting a hard-on. I pulled back and said, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t see what you were pointing at.”

She stepped back from the car. “That’s okay,” she said, and smiled.

She gazed down from my face to my chest and crotch. Following her glance, I saw that when I soaked my shorts, they became semi-transparent. Now, with little Vic making his presence known, things were getting obvious. Paula looked back up at my face, still smiling. At least she wasn’t going to call Dick back to kick my ass.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I guess it’s been a while since I’ve actually touched a woman. I didn’t expect that reaction.”

“Oh no!” she exclaimed. “I’m flattered!” She paused. “I wonder what would happen if you
really
touched a woman.” She walked toward me, took my hand and placed it on her breast.

“Jesus!” I almost shouted. “What are you doing?”

“Well, I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I don’t mind,” I said. “I’m just shocked a bit is all. I guess I don’t, I mean, I wonder, what if someone, gosh, you
are
forward, aren’t you?”

She laughed again and released my hand. “Yes, I am,” she said. She looked down at my crotch, watching my erection grow rapidly in the shorts. “Shouldn’t we take that in the house?”

“I guess so,” I replied, reaching for her hand to lead her inside.

Instead, Paula placed her hand on my crotch and led
me
inside. We went in the family room, and she sat on the couch without taking her hand from my crotch. She rubbed her palm against my erection. Her other hand tugged at my shorts, pulling them down until they snagged on my dick.

She reached in, pulled my dick out and slid the shorts the rest of the way down. I stood there with my erection standing proudly before me as she stroked it. I intended to follow her lead, but nothing much happened. She just went on stroking and looking up at me. In every
Penthouse Letters
letter I’ve read, she would now suck my brains out, but things weren’t going that way.

I was getting a bit embarrassed, so finally I said, “You know, uh, I wouldn’t feel so awkward if I wasn’t the only one naked here.”

“Okay,” she said. “That seems fair.”

She pulled me down next to her on the couch, then she stood up and opened her shirt. She had two of the firmest, ripest breasts I had ever seen. I stroked my dick slowly as she slid her shorts over her slim hips and kicked off her shoes. She had only her panties left, and she was kind enough to bend over fully as she slid them off, giving me a view of her ass and pussy. My God!

She sat down next to me, and we kissed like hot teenagers in the backseat of a car. Our tongues danced and probed. My hands went through her hair, down her neck, and began massaging those gorgeous globes. Her hands rubbed my back, my chest, then moved down to my ass.

We were getting hotter by the minute, so I positioned myself to enter her.

Her breathing quickened as I knelt above her, but she had the presence of mind to stop me and have me put on a rubber. I was once a Boy Scout, so in spite of my recent lack of sex, I was prepared. I let her put it on me, then she fell back on the couch and spread her legs. I moved between them and guided my throbbing cock into its waiting harbor.

She had a pussy so warm, so moist, so lovely, that being inside it was an indescribable pleasure. She met each thrust with one of her own, and quickly—too quickly, I’m afraid—I came. As we lay together afterward, I tried to apologize for my performance.

“Oh no, that was wonderful!” she said. She was nice, tender and understanding.

“You know,” I said, “if you, uh, help me out a little, I could try again.”

“Oh no! No, I’m sorry,” she said. “Dick and I have a deal. I don’t suck anyone but him. No oral sex.”

“None?” I asked, feeling heartbroken.

“No, I’m sorry. I promised,” she replied.

“But,” I said, thinking quickly, “can you receive?”

“What?” she asked. Then, understanding what I meant, she smiled and nodded.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I kissed her on the lips and moved down to her neck. I love kissing a woman’s neck and nibbling on her ears. I did that, and I could tell it was having the desired effect. I moved down and sucked and licked those wonderful breasts. Much as I enjoyed that, I had an appointment with her sweet, wonderful pussy, which had just given my dick so much pleasure.

She had a lovely scent and tasted delicious. Every time I licked her clit she gave a little moan. I nibbled at her cunt lips and gently stuck my tongue in her pussy. But I reserved most of my time for her clit. Soon she was groaning and thrashing on the couch, and I didn’t stop until she cried out in climax.

During this time little Vic had recovered, so I moved up and entered her again, to welcoming squeals and cries. After a few minutes of vigorous passion, she moved me off her, turned around and climbed on her knees. I moved up to her, and she reached behind her and guided me back in. We resumed our rhythmic thrusting, both so worked up that in a few moments we climaxed together in a blissful union of bodies and souls.

I lay there in her arms, thankful for the day, for her kindness and for her husband’s understanding. There were other times, other encounters, but none as special as that first day that we spent together after she found me washing my car.—
V.F., Santa Fe; New Mexico

A LOVE LETTER FROM A WOMAN WHO OPENS HER MIND, HEART AND BODY

I would like to share a letter I received from a coworker. We have been seeing each other on and off for a year, but recently, after a special date, I called her home as soon as she left my house. I knew she wouldn’t be there yet but left a message on her machine asking if she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. This letter was in my box at work the next day:

“Dear M—,

“In reply to your question of last night, the answer is YES. What follows will help you understand just how badly I did and do want you.

“I dozed off thinking of you, and still feeling the firmness of your lips touching mine as we kissed good night. I woke up around two-thirty and wondered what you were doing. Were you sleeping, or were you, like me, awake— with a desire so bad you ached inside? I touched myself and became instantly wet and on fire. With my eyes closed, I let my memories of our times together carry me to ecstasy.

“As always, as my hands glide over my body, it is your hands I am feeling. In my imagination, your fingers gently penetrate my vagina, causing my juices to flow, and your tongue flicks at my clit as the fingers of your other hand roll my nipples between them. I can smell your cologne and feel the firmness of your body as you raise your head and kiss your way across my stomach to my breasts. I feel your teeth nibbling at my nipples. You continue upward, kissing my neck and then my mouth. I can feel the sweetness of your kiss and taste the flavor of my wetness on your lips.