Letters to Penthouse V (19 page)

“Give it to me hard!” I exclaimed. He quickly flipped me over on all fours and entered me from behind. As he rammed it into me doggie-style, I could feel an orgasm building up inside me. I felt the walls of my cunt tighten around his cock. We were both yelling with excitement. Ed’s orgasm came right after mine. He pumped out jet after jet of warm, gooey sperm until his cock was totally spent and soft.

Ed and I agreed that our affair would never continue past that day. But for the rest of the afternoon, we fucked each other all over my apartment, our sweat-soaked bodies insatiable with lust. It was the best day of sex either of us has ever had. Although he still felt guilty about cheating on his wife, I think Ed was thrilled to get into my pants. I know I’m glad I finally got into his!—
Name and address withheld

EXHIBITIONISTIC WIFE TAKES OFF AT THE AIRPORT

My husband was due back from a two-day business trip and I was planning to pick him up at the airport. As a welcome-home surprise, I wore his trench coat with nothing underneath except for a very hot, horny pussy that was ready to be fucked. I got to the airport on time and parked at the end of a line of cars that were waiting at Arrivals.

As my favorite oldies station played on the car radio, my mind began to wander. I began to fantasize about the sex games I would play with my husband when we got home. As I mentally planned the evening, my hand unconsciously slipped under the trench coat and onto my pussy. I was totally oblivious to my surroundings until I suddenly realized I was getting damp between the legs! As I shifted my attention downward, I realized I was playing with my clit and was actually quite close to orgasm!

As I got hotter, I centered my thoughts on how I would tell my husband about my plans. I decided that we’d stop at a bar on the way home to have a drink. I’d tell him what I had planned as I sat naked on a bar stool with only his trench coat on. This last thought brought on my climax, and as I began to come I closed my eyes and started to moan.

The next thing I knew, a light was shining in my eyes and someone was tapping on my window. I opened my eyes in the middle of my orgasm and saw a young, handsome airport policeman standing alongside my window. My pussy was still spasming in orgasm, but I immediately withdrew my hand from under the trench coat and rolled down my window. The officer asked me if everything was all right or if I needed assistance. In a split second, the possibilities flashed through my mind. Too horny to stop and consider the consequences, I blurted out, “Yes!”

The officer told me to pull out of the line of cars and follow him. As I did so, I felt my cunt tighten. I came again from the excitement of having been caught in the act. He moved some police barricades and I followed him into a small, deserted parking lot near the terminal.

The policeman opened the door on the passenger side of my car and got in. As he began to speak, I could feel come dripping from my cunt! He told me he was going to ask me to move my car, but when he saw the look on my face, he thought he’d better check and see if I was okay. With a smile on his face, he asked me what kind of assistance I needed.

That was all I needed to hear. I turned sideways in my seat so that I was facing him. I pulled the trench coat open and spread my legs wide apart. As I fingered myself, I said to him, “This is what I need help with! Do you need some help too?”

His eyes locked onto my crotch. Just to make sure I had him, I withdrew my finger from my pussy, slowly slid it into my mouth and licked it clean. He was hooked! I then asked, “What would you like, officer?”

He immediately answered, “I’d like to see you come and then take care of me.” So for the next ten minutes I played with myself until I could no longer hold back my climax. I came so hard I screamed, and my contractions must have lasted for a full minute. Once I calmed down, I leaned over, put my head in his lap, unzipped his pants and took his cock into my mouth.

Naturally it already was hard. I didn’t waste any time. I sucked him off using every little trick that I knew! He came in two or three minutes, and after I swallowed his come I sat up and thanked him for his “assistance.” He smiled and got out of the car. Then he moved the barricades and directed me back to the front of the line!

Fifteen minutes later I was on my way out of the airport with my husband alongside me in the passenger seat. I told him I wanted to stop somewhere for a drink, but he said he was tired and wanted to go straight home. I looked directly into his eyes and said, “This is one night you really want to go have a drink with me.” With a smile, he acquiesced.

We stopped at a bar on the way home. I ordered the drinks while my husband went to the bathroom. When he returned he found me sitting on a bar stool with quite a bit of leg exposed. Since it is normal for me to sit like this, my husband made no comment, and we toasted his return home.

Halfway through the drink, I loosened the belt on the trench coat and whispered to my husband, “Look. I’ve got a surprise for you.” As he turned to me, I opened the coat and spread my legs to reveal my nakedness. His eyes almost popped out of his head. As I closed the coat, I noticed a few men at the end of the bar had gotten a good look too! My cunt started getting wet again, so I made sure that I left the coat open enough to expose a few wisps of pubic hair.

As we finished our drinks, I said to my husband, ‘Take me home and take me to bed. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. And I have a story for you that you’re going to love!”—
R.B., Newark, New Jersey

GUY WHO LOVES BROWN SUGAR GETS AN UNEXPECTED SWEET TREAT

I’m an attractive thirty-one-year-old white male. For the past seven years I’ve had an almost obsessive desire to make love to beautiful black women. This obsession began after I took a trip to Jamaica a few years ago. I met a beautiful Jamaican woman while on vacation and fell in lust. I’d thought the expression “Once you go black, you’ll never go back” only applied to white women and black men, but I’ve since learned that it also applies to black women and white men.

My most recent experience with a highly sexed black woman occurred last month. I’d taken a trip to get my head straightened out after the woman I’d asked to marry me (also a black woman) turned me down. So I headed for our American tropical paradise, Key West, for some sun, fun and much-needed relaxation.

One restless night, with the heat of the tropics weighing heavily on my libido, I decided to stroll down Duval Street to a bar where a new friend, Toby, was playing in a hot reggae band. It was about three in the morning when I got to the bar, and the band had just finished their set. Toby was packing up to leave, and I saw he was talking to an attractive black woman. My immediate thought was how I’d love to explore this gorgeous woman’s hidden coral delights. It looked like she was saying good night to my friend, so I realized time was of the essence.

I strolled over to Toby, said hello and asked him to introduce me to his friend. Her name was Wanda. After telling me she was pleased to meet me, she said good-bye and turned to leave. Something told me to be bold and not let this opportunity pass me by.

I reached out, gently took her arm and said, “You can’t leave yet.”

With a stunned look on her face, she replied, “Why not?”

I shot back, “Because you’re going to come home with me.”

I couldn’t believe I had actually said this, but the next thing I knew she had moved next to me and had taken
me
by the arm. This had been much easier than I thought!

The three of us left in my car. We stopped at a store so Wanda could get some cigarettes, and while she was in the store Toby assured me that I wouldn’t be disappointed. He told me that he and Wanda had been lovers ten years earlier, and that she was great in bed. Was he ever right!

After dropping Toby off at his house, Wanda and I headed over to one of the local beaches. We made love on the beach under a palm tree, which is my favorite spot to satisfy a hot, horny woman like Wanda.

She was absolutely incredible. Her soft skin and large breasts, with inch-long nipples that she loved to have sucked, drove me wild with passion. After kissing her breasts, I quickly moved down to her beautiful coral lips. In all my pussy-licking experience, I have never been more satisfied. Her beautiful quim tasted like sweet brown sugar as her juices flowed freely into my mouth.

After her first orgasm, she quickly yanked off my shorts. She devoured my eight-inch cock on one downstroke, getting me rock hard and keeping me that way without letting me come. She really knew how to suck cock. This woman had me going wild!

Finally she got on top of me and slid my cock up her incredibly tight pussy. She gave herself an incredible ride, leaning forward so I could suck on her chocolate globes. We continued to make love in every conceivable position.

When the sun started to rise, we decided to call it a night. Once back in my car, Wanda fulfilled yet another dream for me. She expertly sucked my cock as I drove her home. She also stuck her fingers into her honey-pot and fed me her nectar as we drove.

So remember, guys, sometimes you’ve just got to be bold and go for it!—
E.S., Chicago, Illinois

MIXING BUSINESS WITH PLEASURE WAS NEVER MORE PLEASURABLE!

I’m a thirty-one-year-old advertising consultant with an established clientele. I’m single and have never been married. I’m the proud owner of a ten-and-a-half-inch cock, and I have no problem attracting the babes. Recently I was dating a young woman with an outrageously ripe body. Unfortunately she’s not very sexually adventurous. Although our sex life was interesting at first, it was primarily because of my input. Our sex life steadily declined over time.

Until last fall I had never considered having an affair with a client. I guess I followed the old adage about not mixing business and pleasure. Donna became a client a year ago. The project I worked on with her was completed a few months ago. When I first met her, I was struck by how attractive she is for a woman of her age. At fifty-three years old, Donna is a natural blonde, with a trim figure and large, firm breasts. She often wears blouses that reveal a bit of her substantial cleavage. And from the lacy camisoles that often peek out from beneath her suit jackets, I could tell she also likes to wear sexy lingerie. We met several times while I was working for her, and I noticed that her outfits, while usually businesslike, became more revealing over time. She had an excellent fashion sense, and always wore clothes that flattered her svelte figure. To top it off, Donna is one of the most successful businesswomen in this town.

As her company’s sales campaign moved toward a successful conclusion, Donna became more friendly with me and even a little flirtatious. I always responded professionally, because I didn’t think I was interested in an older woman. I often ignored what would have been regarded by other men as an outright invitation. My responses to her were intended to be more friendly than personal. As we got to know each other better, Donna learned that I was involved in a relationship, and probably deduced that I was less than satisfied with it, although I never came right out and said it.

On two or three occasions after the sales campaign ended, I ran into Donna and a few of her friends at a funky cafe I frequented. I had never seen her there before, but the place was a well-known hangout. Being that this was a social situation, I was more friendly and open than before. Donna respectfully inquired about my girlfriend. I learned she was in a somewhat unhappy relationship with a man who was younger than me. That night we caught a buzz together and had a great conversation, but Donna left with her friends. The invitation was now more clear, but again I didn’t pick up on it.

The next morning I woke after a frustrating night’s sleep and realized I had been dreaming about having sex with Donna. I was sporting a huge hard-on, and I realized that I was turned on by the thought of fucking Donna.

For the first time ever, I called her at her home that afternoon. She was pleasantly surprised by my call. We made small talk for a few minutes, then I came right out and asked her if she wanted to have sex with me. There was a long moment of silence, and I wondered if I had made a big mistake. But then she quietly said, “Yes.” I added, “I really want to fuck you.”

Donna asked, “When?”

I answered, “How about right now?”

She asked me if I knew how to get to her place. I told her I did and said that I’d be right over. Then I asked her if she’d dress in a silk blouse, a short skirt and high heels, with a silk bra and no panties underneath. I could hear heavy breathing on the phone before I hung up.

Donna met me at the door, dressed as requested. I told her how sexy she looked, and I planted a few kisses on her shoulders. Then I kissed her full on the lips. I had planned to be the aggressor, but Donna quickly took the lead.

She gently sat me down in her beautifully furnished living room. She untied my shoes and removed them, along with my socks. Then she unbuckled my pants and slowly tugged them down. As I lifted my hips, I could see down the gap in her blouse. Her large breasts swayed heavily inside a lacy lavender brassiere as she moved. Her nipples were erect and huge. My cock bulged out of my tight red briefs.

Donna kissed the tip of my cock, then carefully slid my briefs down over it. My cock bobbed in front of her face, pulsing wildly. Her eyes were glued to my cock, and I could see a pink flush spread across the top of her chest. She was practically panting. She pulled my hips down so that my balls almost hung off the couch. Then she placed her hands on my thighs, opened her mouth wide and sucked in the head of my cock.

I just groaned as she thoroughly lubed the tip of my joint for a few minutes. She was making sucking and moaning noises, but she didn’t say a word. I wondered which one of us was in control of the situation. She then swallowed the rest of my cock and began to gently squeeze my aching balls. She did this until I didn’t think I could hold out any longer. But I knew I wanted to see her cunt, lick it, then fuck it and fill it with an ocean of jism.