Letters to Penthouse XIII (2 page)

“I slowly recover, and then I realize that I am still in my bed, in my prison cell. But as long as I can think of you out there waiting for me, I feel free. Good night, my love.”—
Name and address withheld

HE DIDN’T KNOW HIS AUDIENCE WOULD BE THE ENTIRE CHEERLEADING SQUAD

When I was a freshman in college and a shy but popular football player, I had the privilege of dating a beautiful girl named Jenny, who was captain of the cheerleading team. Jenny was the all-American type—long blonde hair, golden tan, golden smile, and as sweet as apple pie.

As our romance started getting serious, I tried to make love to Jenny, but she insisted that she was saving herself for marriage. This, however, did not stop us from exploring our sexuality. We engaged in long, heated necking and petting sessions, licking, sucking, and fondling every inch of each other’s body.

Jenny was fascinated with my cock, which, when fully erect, curved so much that the head pushed into my stomach. It looked like a big, very curvy banana. Jenny had fondled one other guy before me, but she said his cock was nothing like mine.

We often played games with each other, trying everything short of actually fucking to get each other off. Her parents were away a lot, and sometimes I would come to her house to watch her as she bathed. Seeing her soap up her golden mound and run her fingers through those curly pubes really turned me on. She would roll over and give me a view of her perfect ass while she pumped her hips and let the water splash against her glistening slit. Seeing this, I had to pull out my dick and relieve myself. She in turn got a big kick out of watching me stroke my hard banana.

One day I was home studying when Jenny called, saying she was feeling hot, and had just had a great idea. Her parents were gone, and she wanted me to come over, let myself in, go directly to her room and then jerk off, while she hid in the closet and watched. I couldn’t deny a request from Jenny; and besides it sounded like fun.

When I arrived at her house, the door was unlocked, and I rushed upstairs to her bedroom. There was soft music playing on the stereo, and soft candles glowing. I strutted around her room, stripping off my clothes and flexing my muscles. When I was completely nude, I stood on her bed and began gyrating my hips while shaking and twirling my cock as it slowly started swelling and fattening. There was a big fluffy pillow in the middle of the bed, and I straddled it, resting my cock on the soft down. Then I lay on the bed face down and began fucking that pillow, just like I wanted to fuck Jenny. I spread my legs, hoping to give her a good view of my balls slapping against the soft pillow.

Then I spotted a bottle of oil on the dresser, and I knew it was there for my use. I rubbed the oil over my chest, abs, thighs, and butt. I knelt at the corner of the bed, facing the closet, and squeezed some onto my dick. I dug my heels into my butt cheeks and wrapped my hand around my hardening cock, stroking my thick shaft.

Suddenly the closet burst open, and out jumped not only Jenny, but also the entire cheerleading squad! I was shocked at first but recovered quickly. The sight of all those wide eyes staring at my cock made it grow longer and harder than ever. I couldn’t believe Jenny had concocted this scheme! She was smiling happily and saying, “Pump it, Harry! Pump it for us!”

The girls gathered in a circle around the bed and cheered, “Pump it, Harry, pump it! Beat that banana!” I felt dizzy and flushed all over, but my dick was as hard as granite. I pulled it away from my oily stomach and jacked off for all I was worth.

The girls catcalled and whistled, and a couple of them moved closer to get a better look. I wrapped my other hand around the base of my dick as I scanned the eager faces of the hottest girls in school. My hand moved faster and harder, and then I felt myself erupting. Spurt after spurt of jism burst from my loins and shot out into the air. I watched as several globs landed on the blouses and sweaters of the fascinated cheerleaders.

I felt suddenly drained. I grabbed up my clothes as quickly as I could, and left.

After that I felt like I had a special bond with those girls. Some of them dated my best friends. I just hoped they wouldn’t say anything.

Years later, long after Jenny and I had gone our separate ways, I ran into one of the cheerleaders at a local deli. She was a tall, long-legged brunette named Nora, who was now a successful real estate agent. After a little small talk, I discovered that, although she had been engaged at one time, Nora was still single, like myself. Then Nora asked me if I remembered that day in Jenny’s room. Of course I remembered it; it was one of the most exciting days of my life. Nora told me she had thought about it many, many times over the years. Then she gazed at me with her intense gray eyes, and her voice was husky as she said, “I’ve always wanted that banana.”

“Really?” I said. I felt the banana she was speaking of already beginning to stir. She was really a very attractive woman.

“Yes, really,” Nora replied. “I don’t know if you remember, but when you shot off that time, some of your come landed on my sweater. I still have that sweater, you know.”

“You and Monica Lewinsky,” I said.

“Except there’s no stain there any more,” Nora breathed. “I’ve licked it clean.”

“You don’t say,” I remarked brilliantly.

“I have it back at my place,” she said. “Would you like to see it?”

“I’d rather see you,” I said. “All of you. Without the sweater.”

“That could be arranged,” Nora said with a smile.

So we went back to her condo. We went in her car, and on the way she mostly drove with one hand while the other explored my crotch through my pants. I returned the favor, groping her beneath her skirt, rubbing the wetness of her crotch through her panties. We were both breathing hard by the time we got there, and when she stopped the car we immediately lunged at each other and exchanged a long passionate kiss. Our hands were all over each other, and for a minute I thought we were going to do it right there in the car. But we managed to control ourselves long enough to get out of the car and into her apartment. She had no sooner closed the door than she was down on her knees, ripping my zipper open. My cock was good and stiff, and her hot breath made it stiffen “God damn,” she breathed. “I’ve wanted this for so long!” And then she swallowed it down. Her lips and tongue went to work, and try as I might to control myself, it was no use. In two minutes I was shooting my jism down her throat.

Still she wouldn’t let it go, but held it there between her lips, licking and sucking at it until she got it hard again. Then she got up and did a slow strip for me. Her body was every bit as gorgeous as it had been back in college. I reached for her and laid her down on the sofa. She pulled me down with her, wrapped her long legs around me, and we fucked our brains out.

Six months later we were married. She still loves to eat my big banana.—
H.B., Denver, Colorado

HE MET HER RIDING THE TRAIN, AND THEY BOTH GOT OFF BEFORE THEY GOT OFF

About ten years ago I was working at a small publishing company on the outskirts of the city in which I lived. I worked the second shift, from three to eleven, and I didn’t mind getting out late, because I got home in thirty minutes driving my souped-up Mustang. However, shortly after I started I was in a car accident, which totaled my Mustang, although I survived unscathed. I ended up taking a very long ride on the subway from my apartment to my job, and the trip seemed even longer on the way back. I was without a car for three months, and it was during this time that I experienced one of the most erotic thrills of my twenty-two-year-old life.

I hopped on the train one quiet Tuesday night, exhausted. I was too tired even to think about boning my girlfriend Glenda, whom I had been living with for the last six months. She was five-seven and pushing close to one hundred fifty pounds. When we first met her body was slim and voluptuous. Her ass was small and tight, and her breasts were healthy and firm. Then her unfortunate obsession with fatty foods slowly began to distort her sexy shape, and my appetite for her body waned fast. I had lost all desire to fuck her, and when I did, I came as soon as I could, rolled over and went to sleep. I hadn’t slept with her in two months, and didn’t think my dick would respond to her any more. I had begun masturbating when I got horny. But no matter how much I filled my fist with Vaseline and whacked off, I was not satisfied. I needed some pussy, some brand-new pussy. And not in a million years did I think it would come to me the way it did.

There were a few young men in the car, and I sat down at the opposite end, pulling out my newspaper. I was busy reading about the tragedies that had transpired the day before when the train stopped at the next station, and she walked in and sat in a seat across from me.

When I lowered the paper and turned my eyes in her direction, I was completely taken aback by the sight of her exotic beauty. My flaccid member began to respond immediately. I felt a lecherous desire to fuck her right then and there, no holds barred. And from the direction of her slightly slanted, seductive, dark blue eyes, and the curious look in them, it seemed to me her gaze was focused on the pulsating bulge in my pants.

She was three feet away from me, too close for comfort. She sat upright in the chair with her legs extended and her feet a little apart. My lustful eyes inspected her from head to toe. Her smooth skin was newly tanned, and it shone as though it had just been rubbed down with baby oil. She had a slender, exotic face, with high cheekbones that were embellished with a light coat of pink rouge. Blood-red lipstick covered her blossoming lips like a cloak. Her long curly taffy-blonde hair hung like a curtain down to her waist. She wore a sleeveless, knee-high, loose-fitting black dress that buttoned in the front. She looked to be around five feet nine, and a lean hundred thirty pounds. Her long, lithe legs were covered with clear thigh-high stockings, and she wore black stiletto heels. The leather straps coiled around her calves like serpents. She looked so sexy to me that I wanted to suck the red polish off her manicured toes.

I found myself staring between her legs, imagining what I couldn’t see, and wanting what I didn’t have. I wondered if she wore panties.

It wasn’t until she spoke that my eyes met hers. “If you tell me what your name is I might let you satisfy your curiosity,” she said, and to my confused amazement she placed her hands on the hem of her dress, as though ready to pull it up and expose the unknown to me. “I’ve never pleased a stranger before,” she admitted, slowly tugging her dress up toward her snatch.

“Uh, Larry. Larry is my name,” I blurted, eager to see what she seemed more than willing to show me. She seemed so free and uninhibited. I had never met a woman like her before. And she
was
a woman. Though her beauty made her age irrelevant, I would have placed her in her late thirties, at least “What’s your name?” I asked, dropping my newspaper to the floor in front of me.

“My name isn’t important, but you can call me Christi,” she replied. She glanced at the paper on the floor, then back at me. “Is that for me?” she asked.

“What?”

Her luscious lips formed a sly smile, and then she said, “Is that where you want me to kneel when I suck your big fat cock?”

Suck my cock? Boy, was she moving fast! Of course I wanted her to suck my hungry cock. I wanted her to fuck it as well, but all I expected was a quick look-see. We were on a train with a bunch of horny-ass young guys in the back, ogling her as though she were naked. Two strangers fucking in front of them would really be a show.

Until that moment I had never thought about fucking a woman in a public place, and never would have. Glenda would have retched at the idea. But when Christi lifted up her dress and exposed her hot pink pussy lips and the thick blonde bush that surrounded them, the idea of fucking her until the cow jumped over the moon became a vivid reality in my mind.

She placed her right forefinger in her mouth and sucked on it briefly, then stuck it between her legs as I watched, and started twirling it in her pubic curls. My dick filled with steaming-hot blood, and I placed a sweaty palm on it to keep it from bursting through my pants. She began fondling her clitoris in a soft circular motion, and low moans floated into the air. I had never seen a woman masturbate before, except in porno flicks. It was an exciting sight to see, and it ignited an unquenchable fire in me. And the fire intensified when her finger slithered inside her cunt, and she began to frig herself with short, quick thrusts. I wished we were alone in my bedroom. But I quickly realized we didn’t need a bedroom.

She slowly removed her finger, which was covered with her love juice like icing on a cake. She started to bring it to her mouth, then stopped abruptly. She stared into my lascivious eyes and said, “Do you want to know what Christi tastes like?” Before I could respond she was leaning forward, her finger moving toward my mouth. I hesitated, glancing behind us. The eyes of all the guys at the other end of the car were on me, but I didn’t give a damn. Of course I wanted to know what Christi tasted like. I leaned forward with my mouth wide open, and my lips wrapped around her finger and eagerly sucked away all her sticky secretions. Her love juice tasted like fresh lemonade. It titillated my tongue, and felt like sweet wine going down, my throat.

“Was it good?” she asked.

“Delicious,” I replied.

She leaned back in her seat then, and slowly began to unbutton her dress.

“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing again at the watching guys in the back of the car.

“I’m hot, and I need to get out of this sticky dress. Besides, I like to be completely in the buff when I fuck a strapping young man like you.”

“Wait a minute,” I said hastily. “I think you’re a fine-ass woman and everything, and I surely want to fuck you. But there are people on this train. Can’t we, like, get together at another time and place?” But by then she was unfastening the last button on her dress, and now she stood up and let the dress fall off her glistening body onto the seat. Underneath it she was stark naked.