Letters to Penthouse V (39 page)

After a moment she let out a small cry and her body shuddered. Jill grabbed my ass and pulled me as deep inside her as possible. I was just about to come when I pulled my cock out.

I asked her if she would like to taste her pussy again. As I stood up, she grabbed my cock and started sucking it as if it were her last meal. My dream had become a reality. She paused for a second and asked me not to come in her mouth, I said okay, and she went back to work. I knew that my moment was at hand, and I tried to postpone it by thinking of the federal debt crisis. That soon failed, and I pulled back and let go. It was the most come I had ever seen.

Jill laughed and said, “All that, just for me?” I laughed along with her. As we dressed, she told me to stop shaking or everyone at work would know what had happened to me at lunch. I told her that was easier said than done. I kissed her at the door and ran for work, arriving only fifteen minutes late. I spent the rest of the day dreaming about what had happened and thinking what a shame it was that I would probably never get to fuck her again.

Three days later my phone rang at work. Jill was calling. She asked if I could drop by the apartment after work and lend her a few bucks. She added that Royce wouldn’t get home from work until eleven.—
C.C., Albany, New York

A SIDETRIP TO A MODEL HOME BRINGS HER A BIG SUR PRIZE

Before last summer, I didn’t believe in sexual chemistry or blind lust or whatever else you want to call the hot urge that leads to random fucking. Don’t get me wrong: I’m no prude. I’m twenty-eight and have enjoyed plenty of stiff, horny cocks in my life, but I always thought in advance about when and where I was going to play with them.

Anyway, I was cruising along a twisty coastal highway one Friday, after a tough week at the store where I was a lingerie buyer. I wore my shortest white shorts and a yellow silk shirt with the tail tied at my midriff. I didn’t have on panties or a bra. By Friday I’m sick of underwear.

I was enjoying the way the cool wind whipped around my bare thighs and under my shirt, tickling my tits and my pussy. I was thinking how much I love the coast and how someday I want to live there, when I spotted a sign that pointed toward a housing development.

Pure impulse made me stomp on the brakes and spray gravel. I had just made the turn onto a road that led up a hill toward a model home. Dust was still settling when I hopped out of the car and stepped onto the porch of the place. I was too late. The model home was closed. I was bent over, trying to peer through a window, my round ass-cheeks sticking out of my shorts, when I realized there was someone behind me.

I spun around to see a guy looking me up and down. He was tall, dark-haired, with white teeth that gleamed in the sunset light. A mesh tank top stretched over about a half acre of bare chest, and the jeans that rode low on his slender hips strained to contain the massive bulge that swelled out where his legs joined.

I couldn’t believe the tingle that was starting to grow in my pussy, or the dampness that began to gather there. I had to say something, do something, find out what had caused this sudden reaction.

“Guess I’m too late to see the house,” I said to the handsome hunk, whom I took to be a security guard. Something told me that he was feeling the same magnetic attraction that I was. Something behind his eyes.

“Yes,” he said. “Sales manager locked up and went home fifteen minutes ago.”

I’m sure I looked very disappointed. He spoke slowly, as though in a dream. “There’s another model up the hill. Be glad to show it to you.”

He turned without another word, and I followed him up the hill, watching the swing of his shoulders and the thrust of his buns as he walked in his tight jeans. Even the smell of him, like warm honey and bitter almonds, made my pussy drip. I caught up with him and gave him my hand. Without thinking or commenting about it, he took my hand and held it, and we walked along like teenagers in love until we reached the house.

We arrived at the terrace of the house, and I turned to watch the view of the sunset over the ocean. I could feel the heat of him standing close behind me. I couldn’t believe how hot I was getting. It still felt like everything was in slow motion.

I said something about the beauty of the sunset, and he said he had never seen anything as nice as the curve of my buns a few minutes ago when he walked up behind me. It seemed like a natural thing to thank him for the thought, so I turned and stretched up to give him a kiss. Just like that, the feeling of slow-motion shattered. I gave him another kiss. He gave me one. And another. My lips parted to let his tongue explore my mouth.

I pressed my tits hard against his chest while our tongues played, and I felt the bulge in his jeans thrust against my belly. My hands flew to untie my shirt so my hard, bare nipples could rub across the rough mesh and soft skin of his chest. I felt his hands on my ass as he lifted me up, and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my pussy against the throbbing bulge in his pants. I relaxed as if we’d known each other for years.

He carried me easily to a lounge on the terrace and laid me down. He never took his burning eyes off me as he peeled off his mesh shirt and jeans. Then he pushed his briefs down and his thick, brown cock jumped up like a powerful spring.

I reached for it, but he gently held me back. Slowly he pulled my little white shorts down my legs and dropped them on the terrace. He gave me a look that seemed to smoke with desire. He put his mouth on my swollen tits, licking, sucking and nibbling my hard nipples. My pussy was so wet, it oozed onto the lounge pad. My hips thrust up toward his rigid cock.

I gasped, begging him to let me have that monster, but he just moved his mouth slowly down my belly until he reached my close-cropped bush. He licked all over the top of my mound, along my thighs arid all over the outside of my leaking pussy lips, while I ran my fingers through his hair.

I was twisting uncontrollably when his big hands took hold of my ass-cheeks and he began to run his tongue up and down my burning slit. He lapped me and gave my whole pussy big, open-mouthed kisses, raising me to a higher and higher pitch of ecstasy. When his wet, hot tongue finally reached my rock-hard clit and circled it again and again, I lost control completely. I came, my thighs clasped around his head. I pressed my throbbing cunt against his mouth as hard as I could.

I could hear my own voice, hoarse and demanding, telling him to, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me now!”

He didn’t delay any longer. He jammed that beautiful tool into my steaming pussy in a single thrust. The wonderful friction stretched the walls of my cunt and the length of my orgasm. Just when I thought I had peaked, his thrusting raised me still higher, until I felt his powerful cock jerk uncontrollably inside me and he cried out hoarsely with pleasure.

I think I passed out for a minute. I had never come like that before. I lay limp and sweaty. But this guy wasn’t through with me. His lips traveled over me again, waking my nipples. His tongue found my pussy and we were off again.

We were delirious with the wild sensations we shared. After the third incredible peak, we lay quiet for a time, until I finally eased my lips and tongue over the head of his thick cock. Amazingly, it rose again, thick-veined, velvet-ridged and ready.

This time I lowered myself on top of it and rode him slowly and steadily, his great knob buried deep inside my juicy pussy walls. He reached up to play with my nipples and then down between my legs to stroke my swollen clitty.

After that, I lost track. All I know is I never had such a wild fuck in my entire life. It wasn’t until I was crouched over him doing a lazy, sleepy 69 that I thought to take my lips away from his juicy cock and ask, “What’s your name?” I could feel his warm breath against my lower lips as he laughed.

“I was taught that it’s impolite to talk with my mouth full of pussy,” he said. It was only when I threatened to stop that he told me his name was Enoch. It turned out that he wasn’t the security guard for the model homes. He was the builder. His terrace was the one where I had the greatest fuck of my life.

I’m going back next weekend. Maybe this time I’ll see more than just the terrace. But I really don’t care.—
D.R., San Francisco, California

THEY’RE ROLLING ALONG SINGING A SONG, BUT NOT SIDE BY SIDE

One weekend last year my girlfriend Bernice and I decided to take a three-day vacation. We just wanted to escape from work and worry for a little while. We settled on a little town in Nevada, a pretty spot on the Colorado River. We planned to take old Route 66.

I told Bernie that I’d pick her up after work and we’d shoot off into the night. Her shift ended at eleven at night, so we wouldn’t arrive before three in the morning. All our bags were packed, and I loaded them into my red Chevy pickup. I drove over to pick up Bernie. Bernie’s a perky woman, a real beauty and full of fun and fire. She finished her work, threw her arms up and said, “Hallelujah! Let’s get in the track and go.”

We jumped into the truck and headed off. It was a clear, dark night and the stars were exceptionally bright. Bernie and I had not been dating long, but we had quickly learned to trust one another. We were both divorced, and she had just suffered a hard breakup with a boyfriend, so we were both a little gun-shy. Nonetheless, our relationship had soon become sexual, and we had already enjoyed some great sex.

As we drove through Twenty-nine Palms, Bernie began to tell me about her previous lovers. I found it very exciting to have her tell me about how she used to call her recent lover on the phone and talk dirty to him while he was at work. I tried to imagine what he must have been going through listening to her describe what she had on and how she was going to make him feel when they got together.

Bernie told me that this lover, Frank, was the first man who had enough skill and stamina to bring her to a multiple orgasm. Then she inflated my ego by telling me that I had as much skill and had lasted much longer than any of her other lovers. She said I was definitely her marathon man.

Our conversation continued on about past relationships and what we had done with our previous lovers. I told her how my ex-wife Louise and I had fulfilled Louise’s fantasy of fucking in a public telephone booth. While we were in Germany, Louise commented that the telephone booths were large enough to fuck in and still leave room for someone to place a call. One night we got dressed and drove to a phone booth, where I hiked up her dress and drilled her until I shot my load.

After that story, Bernie asked what else I had done, and I told her that I had had sex in a car. She said, “Everyone has done that.”

I responded. “While the car was moving?” That surprised her. She asked how we kept from crashing. I told her that we weren’t on a road and were only going maybe ten miles an hour.

Bernie asked, “How fast are we going now?” I told her we were going about seventy. Bernie undid her seatbelt and laid her head in my lap. She slid her hand inside my short pants and found that I had no underwear on. I told her that I never wear underwear. She said, with a sly smile on her face, “Let’s see what you have in these shorts.” She grabbed my half-erect cock and began stroking. Soon I was quite hard.

Bernie pulled my pants aside to expose my erect cock. She lowered her head and gently kissed the tip. She darted her tongue out and flickered at the tip and sensitive underside of the head. After a few minutes of indulging me that way, Bernie looked up at me with her big, brown eyes. She smiled, lowered her gaze again, parted her lips and eased her mouth down the entire length of my shaft. Her tongue stayed glued to my column, slithering all the way to my pubes.

It would have been great to explode right then, but I would have missed what was coming next. Bernie continued sliding up and down my dick at an agonizingly slow pace. All the while we sped alone across the open desert on Route 66. I really wanted to spill my seed, but Bernie had something else in mind. While she sucked my cock I fingered her clit and wonderful, tight hole. Bernie’s pussy was hot and buttery.

I was disappointed when she sat up, until she told me to set the cruise control and proceeded to work my pants off. Then she took off her top and bra, exposing her beautifully matched breasts. They may not be huge, but those boobs are perfect. Her nipples are as big as the first knuckle on my little finger, ideal for sucking on, and her tits are as round as they can be. She pulled off her pants and showed me her panties, which tied at the sides. I untied them with my free hand and pulled them off. Bernie had neatly trimmed her pubic hair.

She was so hot that I wanted to pull over and take her right then, but Bernie said, “Keep driving.” She moved over and mounted my lap while I was driving down the highway at seventy miles an hour. Her butt fit right into the bottom of the steering wheel.

I said, “Hey, we’re going to have an accident.”

She looked into my eyes as she lowered her hot, wet pussy onto my cock and whispered, “There’s not going to be any accident. Your cock is going to spray come inside me on purpose.” With that she began to fuck me while I tried to drive. She was amazed that I was able to keep the track steady while she pounded away, and so was I.

Occasionally another car would pass us going the other way, and Bernie would push all the way down on my cock and hold me tight, hoping the other driver wouldn’t see. The other cars passed by so fast that if they did see anything it would have been an unrecognizable flash. She began to bounce rapidly up and down, grinding her tight little cunt against me. After a while Bernie began to take long, high strokes, going all the way up to the tip of my cock and then slamming down so that my balls would slap against her ass.

It was wonderful. Bernie came repeatedly. Each time she climaxed, she arched her back against the steering wheel, her body would become stiff as a board and then she’d shake convulsively. Her pussy was dripping juice down to my ankles.

Bernie was so hot and tight and wet that I could only hold out just so long. Bernie knew it from the swelling of my cock. She said, “My God, your cock gets so hard and so big just before you come. God, this is the biggest your cock has ever been.” I was so close to coming, and I knew I was going to shoot like never before. Bernie started to coax the come out of my cock. “Give it to me, baby. I want every last drop.”