Letters to Penthouse V (36 page)

I told her I thought I should change my outfit, and walked back into my room. I figured the joke had gone far enough. To my surprise, Katrina followed me into my room and closed the door. “Let me be your X-rated starlet,” she said, and we started kissing.

Soon Katrina was stroking my hard cock, and my dream was coming true. She kissed my neck and chest, and nibbled her way down to my belly, falling to her knees. She showered my aching hard-on with kisses. Then she licked up and down the shaft, and finally began sucking it. She was an absolutely superb cock-sucker, and I envied her husband, though I was getting Katrina’s full attention and tender loving care now. As she slowly glided her lovely mouth up and down my swollen member, she started rubbing her hands up the backs of my thighs, then grasped my buttocks and squeezed them while she sucked.

Her expert tongue felt so good. She sucked faster and faster, and I began pumping my cock in and out of those warm lips while I held her head in my hands. I was fucking her mouth harder and harder. I soon felt myself nearing the point of no return. Since she had been so nice to me, I told her I was about to come so she could pull away if she wanted. But she held my stiff penis in her mouth as I exploded my hot semen down her throat. As I pumped spurt after spurt of come, I heard her gulping it all down. She sucked me until I was completely dry. Then she turned her head up toward me and smiled. I told her, “That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life.” She answered, “I’m happy to oblige.”

Then I got dressed. When Katrina and I walked out, Stephanie had already left, but Eve gave Katrina a grinning look, as if to say, “What have you done to this poor boy?” But I certainly wasn’t complaining!

I still see Katrina when I go to the bank. Every once in a while she’ll wink at me and ask me what I plan to wear next Halloween. Last time I told her I’d be wearing something exciting, and she licked her lips and said, “I can’t wait to see.” I sure hope this turns out to be an annual event!—
R.L., Fort Lauderdale, Florida

DOLLAR NIGHT PAYS OFF FOR MAN OUT ON THE TOWN

Last weekend I decided to visit a new nightclub that had just opened in town. It was “dollar night,” so every drink in the house was only a dollar. As I walked through the crowded club and checked out all the foxy ladies, my expectations of meeting someone soared.

I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. That’s when I noticed a woman dressed all in red. Out of all the women in the club, she literally stood head and shoulders above the rest. This Amazon was at least five feet eleven inches tall and as sexy as could be.

I immediately walked over to her and asked her to dance. To my disappointment, she said she didn’t like the song that was playing. But I don’t give up that easily. I sat down and introduced myself, hoping to eventually win her over. She told me that her name was Belinda and that this was her first time there. She mentioned that she had noticed me walking into the club. Just looking at her made my hormones sizzle.

As the night progressed, we danced several times and really began to get friendly with each other. After a particularly fast song, I asked her if she wanted to take a walk outside to get some fresh air and cool off for a few minutes. She agreed, and off we went.

Before I knew it we were at my car, kissing passionately. I started to gently caress her breasts. To my surprise they were huge and firm, with large, erect nipples. I began to feel my slacks get very tight as my cock swelled, so I decided to make my move. I asked her to come home with me. She agreed, and I drove to my place like a bat out of hell.

As soon as I opened the door, Belinda began ripping my clothes off. I led her to the bedroom and stripped off all of her clothing. Her skin was so soft and silky, and her pussy was so wet and juicy. We lay down on the bed and I began to devour her juicy melons. They tasted so good and sweet. She moaned with excitement the whole time. Every time she moaned, my dick grew longer and thicker, and more and more pre-come leaked out.

Without any hesitation she wrapped her ruby-red lips around my swollen dick. As she worked my dick over with her soft lips and expert tongue, I began to fuck her face. I just love getting my dick sucked. But even though I enjoy it immensely, I have trouble reaching orgasm like that. The warm juices of a hot pussy caressing my cock is the only thing that will make me spill my protein.

As I stretched her out on the bed, I began to gently caress her cunt lips with the head of my dick. She began to squirm and moan. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I slid the full length of my cock inside her and she let out a loud scream of pleasure.

Belinda was so soft and tender that I wanted to be real gentle with her, but she obviously had other things in mind. I slowly worked over every crevice of her steamy pussy. She began to buck and grind against me. I soon felt two warm hands clamp down on my buttocks and shove me in even deeper. I knew then what she wanted. I lifted both of her long legs, put them over my shoulders and began to fuck her with long, slow strokes. She loved every bit of it and started humping me furiously.

As we bumped and ground, I noticed that the frenzy of our fucking had moved the bed away from the wall. By this point we were fucking like there was no tomorrow. She soon was fast approaching a climax, loudly crying out, “Oh, yes! Yes, baby, I’m coming! Oh, yes, yes!” I continued to pound away, and her body began to spasm as she had one orgasm after another.

When I began to climax, there were no words to describe the intensity. I felt drained, but she begged me not to stop, and her wish was granted. Her moans were so deep and sensual that my love-pole just stayed at attention. As we fucked on, sweat began to drip from my chin onto her chest.

After about an hour of hot, steamy fucking, I came for the second time and collapsed on her chest. I was exhausted. She got up, went into the bathroom and brought out a damp washcloth. She tenderly began to wipe me off. She started kissing and licking me all over, telling me how good I tasted. In no time at all she had me as hard as steel, and I wanted more.

I lay flat on my back, and she straddled me and slowly impaled herself on me. It felt so good as she rotated around and around on my love-pole. Belinda was so horny that she was flooding hot come all over my bat and balls.

I asked her if she wanted to do it doggie-style an she said sure. As she positioned herself on all fours, I inserted my rod of steel. With my left hand I reached around and began to caress her clitoris and swollen cunt lips. She was clearly very aroused by this sensation. She began to wiggle and twitch as I shoved every inch of my prime tubesteak into her hot, steamy snatch. Soon we both exploded in orgasm.

We both had outdone ourselves that night, and soon fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up the next morning, she was gone. Unfortunately I never heard from her again. But what a night it was!—
Name and address withheld

GUYS IN FOR A SHOCKING WHEN HIS EX-WIFE COMES A-KNOCKING

I was married for about four years to my first wife, Nicole, but we’ve been divorced for six years now. Those four years of marriage led me to believe that Nicole was one of the most old-fashioned, straitlaced, sexually hung-up females on the planet. When we had sex (once a week, on Saturday afternoon) the lights were always out. The only position she would permit was the missionary position, and she thought oral sex was absolutely disgusting. She dressed like an old lady and never wore any makeup. After four years I just couldn’t hack it anymore so I asked her for a divorce. Thankfully she agreed.

I remarried about four years later. I never heard from my ex, nor did I ever give her a thought. I basically tried to forget about her.

Then, last fall out of the blue, she called me at home one day. My wife Terri answered the phone, and Nicole told my wife that she was a coworker who needed to talk to me about an important project. When I got on the phone, she told me that she needed to speak to me in private. She said it was very, very important that I meet with her, and she assured me that she had no intention of getting me in trouble with my wife. I told her to call me at work the next day and we’d arrange something. She called the next day as planned, and I agreed to meet her one Saturday evening in a large city about sixty miles from where I live.

On the prearranged day, I arrived at the downtown hotel dining room where we’d planned to meet. The maitre ‘d seated me at a table in the back corner of the dining room. I ordered a drink while I waited for my ex to show up and clear up all this mystery. I had absolutely no idea why she wanted to see me. My mind wandered as I considered the possibilities.

Suddenly I heard a familiar voice say, “Thanks for agreeing to meet me, Charlie.” I glanced up quickly. Nicole was standing right next to me. As I looked her up and down, I could hardly believe that this was my ex-wife. She had bleached her hair platinum blonde and was wearing a skintight orange dress that looked as if it had been sprayed on. Her tits appeared to have grown a few sizes since I’d last seen her. My eyes wandered down past the hem of the dress, which was a good six inches above her knees, and fixed on the outrageous shoes Nicole had on. They were white leather platform shoes, but they had no buckles or ties. A single strap crossed the top of her foot just below the toes, and another strap ran up from the outside of the shoe and wrapped around her ankle and lower calf about five times before running down across her instep. As she walked past the table to hang her coat on a wall hook, I got another jolt when I saw the back of her dress. Plunging from her shoulders to below her waist, it was completely backless. There were metal rings down each side, and they were laced with orange material that crisscrossed her back. The dress was cut so low that an inch or more of her ass crack was plainly visible. I still had no idea what was going on, but I was aware that my dick was starting to get hard.

She sat opposite me, giving me a good view of her tits, which were popping out of the top of her dress. After suggesting a round of drinks, Nicole said I was probably wondering what was going on, and she promised she’d do her best to explain.

She told me that, after our divorce, she’d dated a lot of guys, and most of them seemed to like the same things I’d liked—eating pussy, getting my cock sucked, talking dirty and so on. When they saw how straight she was, most of them didn’t bother to ask her out a second time. She added that most of the guys were either cheap, weird or not too clean. About two years ago she’d formulated a plan. She’d had her breasts enlarged with silicone implants to a 36D. She’d completely revamped her wardrobe, and set about learning all the sexual variations that I had liked but she would never take part in.

By this point my mind was reeling, and I began to wonder if this was all a dream. After our drink, we had some dinner, and then Nicole hit me with a stunner. “I have a suite on the twentieth floor,” she said. “Could we continue our discussion in private?” I was so intrigued I had to agree.

As soon as the elevator door closed behind us on the way up to her floor, she took out a cigarette case and lit up. Damn, I thought, she smokes now too! Then I smelled a familiar sweet odor and realized she was smoking reefer. I almost died of shock. She just smiled as she took another hit, then passed the joint to me. She didn’t even care if anyone saw us when the elevator door opened on her floor. Nicole led the way down the hall while I admired her swaying ass, her fuck-me shoes and her backless dress. My dick was hard as nails and leaking come into my jockey shorts.

Her suite was large and lushly furnished, with a thick, soft carpet and soft lights. Nicole poured us each a drink, and we sat down on the sofa to talk some more. Then she excused herself to the bathroom and told me to answer the door if anyone knocked. Sure enough, in just a minute there was a knock on the door. I got up to answer it as Nicole had requested. My mind was spinning out of control from the booze, the pot and the whole situation in general, which was still hard for me to grasp.

When I opened the door I got yet another shock. Standing in front of me were two girls in their early twenties. One of them informed me that Nicole was expecting them. They introduced themselves as Barbara and Debbie. Both wore a lot of makeup and basically looked like hookers. Barbara, the blonde, had on gold, high-heeled, open-toed sandals, a white micro-miniskirt and a white crop top that hung out over the erect points of some rather large boobs. Debbie was dressed in black spike heels, black shorts and a black halter top. Her hair was raven-black and she had smooth, mocha-colored skin.

The two newcomers proceeded to make themselves at home. They poured themselves drinks, rolled up a joint and turned on the radio. As they passed the joint back and forth, they danced to the fast beat, shaking their tits, wiggling their butts and making all kinds of lewd gestures. The next song was a slow number that the girls danced to in typical boy-girl fashion, arms wrapped tightly around each other.

Their wild gyrations had exposed Debbie’s ass-cheeks, and Barbara rubbed and squeezed them as if she were in heat. Barbara soon discarded her crop top, baring her beautiful titties, which jiggled and shook in her half-cup bra. When the song ended, Debbie discarded her halter top. Then the girls lay on the rug and began to suck on each other’s tits and caress each other’s ass-cheeks.

By now come had soaked through my briefs and my pants, leaving a wet spot on my crotch. I was in heaven. At this point I didn’t give a fuck what this was all about as long as it continued.

I wondered what had happened to Nicole, but I’d really lost track of time, so I wasn’t sure how long she’d been gone. I suddenly had a feeling that someone was watching me. When I turned around, I saw my ex-wife standing there. My cock pulsed and more come leaked out. Nicole had changed her outfit and now resembled an image out of some sex dream. She wore black open-toed high heels, the likes of which I’d never before seen. The shoes basically comprised her entire outfit. The black straps wound around her ankles and then continued in one unbroken sweep up her calves and thighs, criss-crossing first in front and then in back. They wrapped around her waist and then ran down across her crotch and up the crack of her ass. Continuing up her back in a crisscross pattern, they ran over each shoulder and wound around each tit, squeezing them into cones that stuck straight out from her chest in a lewd and obscene manner. Her nipples resembled the rubber erasers on pencils. Not even in an X-rated video or in any men’s magazine had I ever seen anything so slutty.