Letters to Penthouse XIII (3 page)

I heard several of the guys in the back say, “Oh shit!” Which was exactly what I was saying to myself.

“It’s either now or never, sweetheart,” Christi said. Her body was absolutely mouth-watering. She was shaped like an hourglass. There wasn’t a visible mark on her body. Her stomach was flat as a tabletop, and there was a sparkling gold ring in her deep navel. Her breasts were high and plump, and they seemed to reach out for me like extended hands. From the longing look on my face, I think Christi figured I was not about to turn her down.

She took a step toward me, and I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her navel into my face. I began kissing her stomach, gliding my tongue across it with gentle yet fervent strokes. She placed her hands in my hair and began to massage my scalp. My mouth explored her midsection with pleasure. I dug my tongue in her navel and maneuvered it in a circular motion. I ran my hands up her calves and thighs to her butt. She felt like silk. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them. They were taut and soft, like cantaloupes. I let my tongue travel down across her smooth belly, and then dove into her curly blonde bush. I got lost in there for a while, until finally my tongue found its way to her burning vulva.

I squeezed her ass harder and pulled her crotch closer to my mouth. I consumed it whole, letting my tongue flick at her clit, letting her moans direct its pressure and tempo. Next I tried to stick my entire tongue inside her. When it delved into her vaginal canal, she sighed and pressed my face closer to her body. I tongue-fucked her for some time, trying to make her come, but she was nowhere near climax. Neither was I, yet.

She pulled away from me, then leaned forward, and our lips met and clung. We kissed passionately, our tongues battering at one another. I was so wrapped up in ecstasy I had forgotten about our astonished audience. Hell, I had forgotten we were on a train. I thought I was floating in the air, heading toward heaven. Which was where she took me next.

She pulled away after a minute and slithered down to her knees in front of me. “You’ve tasted Christi,” she breathed. “Now it’s time for Christi to taste Larry. I’m gonna make you come in my mouth, and I’m gonna swallow your spunk like a milk shake.”

“Please don’t do that,” I said, trying to sound seductive. “Not before I can stick my hard cock in your wet pussy.” But she ignored my request. It was clear she had her own agenda. Without a word, she unzipped my pants, maneuvered past my boxer shorts and pulled out my hard, thick eight-inch cock. It shot straight up as though it had been called to attention.

“Oh, my God,” she said. “I love your big-ass cock. I can’t wait to get on top of it.” I couldn’t either. I wanted to convince her that she could skip the blowjob, but it was too late. Her tongue started licking my head wildly, as if she was trying to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll pop as fast as possible. There was no stopping her then, so I gave up and let her blow me.

I placed my hands on her head and twirled my fingers in her curls while her lips showered my dick from base to head with kisses both soft and hard. And then she began to fellate me so well that I just leaned back in my seat, extending my legs and placing my hands behind my head, like I was on the beach, lying out in the sun. She was sucking me vigorously, and far better than Glenda had ever sucked me, or ever would. She sucked me nonstop for a while, deep-throating me with ease, her succulent lips surrounding the base of my rod with each downward stroke. It was fucking uncanny. A regular joe like me, getting porn star treatment on the train. Go figure. It was so good I had lost track of time and place.

I felt some preliminary fluid oozing from the tip of my cockhead. Christi licked it up immediately, and then said, “I knew I could make you come.” She licked her lips and swallowed. “Mmmm, your jism tastes so hot and spicy, like barbecue.”

“That was just pre-come,” I said. “There’s a lot more where that came from, if you want it.”

“Of course I want it,” she smiled. “But I want it inside me. I want you to come inside my steaming pussy, and then I want you to put the rest of it in my mouth.”

She stood up and straddled me, placing a knee on the seat on each side of my thighs. She held on to the back of the seat with one hand, and with the other she grasped the shaft of my throbbing penis and guided it inside her. Her pussy was sopping wet, and as tight as an untouched asshole. She eased my dick inside her, inch by inch, until it was halfway in. She began to moan as if she was in pain, but the grimace on her face wasn’t pain. It was pure pleasure.

I cupped her breasts with my hands. They were full and firm, like melons. Her areolae were dark brown and her hard nipples were red. I guided them one by one into my mouth and sucked on them like a madman while she humped me with extreme prejudice. Our moans and groans resonated throughout the car, and above them, and above the roar of the train, I could hear the gasps and exclamations of the astonished passengers. But they didn’t matter to me, and definitely not to Christi. All that mattered was the two of us fucking the hell out of each other.

She was taking all of me by this time, her ass shooting up and down like a piston on speed. I was close to climax, but I wasn’t ready to come yet. There was still some fucking to be done.

Christi’s energy was relentless. It seemed as though she could go all night. We moved in unison. Each time she thrust downward I pushed up; when she pulled back, I pulled back. It was like we had been fucking each other for years.

“This is some good dick!” she panted. “The best I’ve had in months. Are you ready to come down my throat yet?”

“No,” I said. She began to fuck me harder, coaxing me to come, but I still wasn’t ready. This was the most beautiful woman I had ever been with in my life, and the best pussy I’d ever had the pleasure of pounding. There was no way in hell I was going to come prematurely. I didn’t know if I would ever get this chance again, and I was going to make it last for as long as I could.

Christi stopped suddenly, and said, “I know what’ll make you come.”

“What?” I groaned.

“You need some good old-fashioned ass,” she replied. She got off me, grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me to my feet. She gripped my cock in her right hand and said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “I want this hard cock up my tight ass, now!” Releasing my dick, she climbed up onto the seat I had just vacated, kneeling up on it and bending over the back, her ass sticking out toward me. “Do it!” she moaned. “Fuck my ass as hard as you can!”

I was flabbergasted, and also turned on more than I had ever been turned on in my entire life. Well, if she wanted me to cornhole her, that was exactly what I was going to do.

I stepped up to her quickly, wrapping my left arm around her waist, and with my right hand I guided my penis to her butthole. I pushed the head inside her, and she howled like a lonely puppy, crying out, “More! Fuck the shit out of me!” Her asshole was tight, but she was pushing back at me, and I pumped another inch inside her. I knew she wouldn’t be able to take the entire thing, but I was going to try to put as much of it in her as possible. I gradually got about five or six inches inside her, and then I started ramming her ass like there was no tomorrow. Christi yelped and twisted with ecstasy, and told me never to stop.

My hands clenched her waist tightly, pulling her toward me with each thrust and stroking my penis deeper inside her. I was soon emitting hoarse little cries with each lunge, and with each lunge Christi either moaned or groaned or asked that I fuck her harder. Sweat was pouring down my face and landing on her bare back like raindrops. The train sped along, the other people continued to utter exclamations of disbelief, but I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I wouldn’t have stopped if the damn train had crashed or gone off the rails.

My stomach was slapping against her ass with each stroke. I pumped faster and harder, asking her if that was the way she liked it. “Yes, oh yes!” she cried. “I love the way you’re fucking me. Fuck me more. Harder, faster!” She put one hand between her legs and began playing with her clitoris as I rammed her as hard as I could. Then she gasped out, “You’re about to make me come. Please come with me!”

By this time I felt like my scrotum was about to explode, and I could feel a volcanic eruption of creamy lava about to take place. I told her I was coming too, and her body instantly started to spasm. She howled like an animal, her legs and pelvis shaking and quivering with the intensity of her orgasm.

When I started to come I stopped stroking and just held my penis inside her, gripping her ass cheeks like I was hanging on to a mountain cliff. My legs started to tremble, and I felt this ecstatic implosion inside me. I raised my face to the roof of the train, closed my eyes and shouted out with bliss.

Christi pulled away from me, and my penis slipped out of her with ease. She turned around and sat down before me while jism spurted from my dick like a geyser. She gripped my penis, put it in her mouth and began to suck on it savagely. While she sucked me dry, I rubbed my fingers through her wet hair, basking in the wonderful feeling of her mouth and tongue as they hungrily drained my spasming member.

When my climax subsided I opened my eyes and looked down at her, still swallowing my hot sperm. She was looking up at me with a mischievous smile in her eyes. She was completely satisfied, and I smiled back at her to let her know I was pleased as well.

Descending from heaven, I looked up and glanced around the car. Suddenly I realized that every single eye in the train was fixed on Christi and me. Clearly we had put on quite a show. The car was fuller now, the train having made more stops, and the passengers were looking at me with amazement. The men looked thrilled as well as astonished, and the women looked shocked. The youths in the back were jumping around and giving one another high fives. One man yelled “Bravo!” Another guy shouted, “Encore!” and some of the onlookers began to applaud. This acknowledgment brought a huge smile to my face.

“That was the best dick I’ve ever had,” Christi said, looking up at me. “Thank you. You can put it back in your pants now.” I did so, and she stood up and put on her dress. The train started to slow down for the next station, which was two stops before mine.

“It was the best I’ve ever had too,” I said. “It was magnificent. When can we do it again?”

“Never,” Christi said flatly.

“Never?” I protested. “But I want to fuck you again. I must. You said I was the best you ever had.”

“That’s true,” she said, with a shrug of her shoulders. “But that doesn’t mean you’re the best I ever
will
have.” Buttoning her last button, she went on, “It’s really best that we both just let tonight hold a special place in our memories.”

I tried to protest, but she was firm. “We’ve had our fun,” she said. “It’s over. Good-bye, Larry.”

As the train came to a halt, she stood up and headed for the opening doors. I went after her and tried to grab her arm to stop her, but she eluded me and darted out the door. Before I could go after her the door closed, and the train was on its way again. I couldn’t believe I had let the best fuck of my life slip away.

I sulked until I got off at my stop. But as I made my way home I thought about what had just taken place. I had fucked the hell out of one of the most beautiful women on the planet. And I had done it in public, in front of an audience. It was the most thrilling ride I had ever been on. How many guys get fucked and sucked like that on a moving train? I had no reason to despair. I’d had a blast, and it was an experience I would never forget.

When I got home that night I took a cold shower. Even so, as I was lying next to Glenda my dick got hard as a rock. I turned to her and, to her great surprise, I began to fuck her as I hadn’t done for months. I fucked her for hours, and after that I fucked her every night for the next couple of weeks. Glenda was really pleased and happy, and I never told her that I was thinking of Christi the whole time.—
L.G., New York, New York

CAN THEIR MARRIAGE SURVIVE HER UNQUENCHABLE CRAVING FOR MORE THAN ONE MAN?

My wife and I have been married for over twenty years, and until recently it seemed like one long honeymoon. We rarely fought, we had a great love life, and we were able to talk about nearly anything.

We vowed to be faithful to each other at the start of our relationship, when we lived together in college. Gwen was spending a lot of time with a guy who had several classes with her. (They had the same major.) They had lunch together most days, and often dinner too when they studied in the evening.

Gwen is trusting almost to a fault, and didn’t see any problem with an overnight trip to nearby Chicago to do research on a class project. When I asked about sleeping arrangements, she said they would share a room to save expenses. I couldn’t believe she didn’t see what was going on! When I explained the guy was putting the make on her, she was shocked, not only at the suddenly dawning reality, but even more at her naÏvetÉ in not seeing it from the start.

As a result of this incident we set the ground rules that have guided our marriage ever since. First, if either of us found ourselves in the situation of considering going to bed with someone else, the new lover had to be more important than our spouse because it probably would result in losing him or her. Second, if we felt the affair was worth the risk, we owed it to our mate to be up-front about it, and not sneak around behind the other’s back. Finally, if it did happen, we would be honest and tell the other all about what happened.

Recently, after staying at home to raise our two children, Gwen returned to work. She got a great job at a local university, which requires her to dress professionally and work with high-powered people. One of those people, a professor in his mid-forties with a European accent and a distinguished air about him, has shown a more than passing interest in her. When Gwen started the job, a coworker told her that the professor’s wife, who was quite attractive, suffered from a chronic heart condition and he had apparently started coming on to some of the department’s female staff.