Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (22 page)

I didn’t say anything, and he just kept eating me. Again I tried to pull him on top of me. He said first he wanted to get
me off. I told him he already had, and he said, “Don’t you see, you have to verbalize. Tell me the licking feels good, and
not to stop. Tell me you’re coming.”

He kept licking and sucking my pussy, and this time I told him how good it felt. I told him when I felt I was going to come,
and when I actually did. He seemed pleased. He got up and slid his cock into me. After all that time, it felt glorious. He
began stroking in and out, and it felt even better. I said how good it felt, and he kept saying how hot I was, how tight,
and he would fuck me silly.

By three in the morning he was fucked out and I was in bliss. We had never had sex like that. I went to sleep with my back
to him. I woke up about five and felt him entering my pussy from behind. I raised my leg to help him in. His hard-on felt
great, but I didn’t tell him so, and he scolded me.

I went back to sleep, waking about ten. He’d left for work. He called just before lunch and said he was heading home for a
nooner. I was all for it. I wanted to please. When he got home, I was dressed. He said I should have been naked and waiting
in bed. We stripped and raced to the bedroom. He fingered my pussy, and I told him how good it felt. He fingered me to climax.

Then he fucked me. He said I should say things like, “Fuck me hard,” and, “I love your hard dick in me.” Just because I thought
he knew it was no reason not to say it, he said. Men like to hear women say those things.

He got back to work a bit late. When he came home that evening, again he started by fingering me and licking and sucking my
pussy. Then he fucked me hard, as I asked. When he came, I figured we were done. Instead he looked at me and said, “Your turn.”
I asked what he meant, and he said to suck his dick. I said I’d never done that. He said while he couldn’t show me how to
do it, if I just started sucking, he’d tell me what felt good.

It was odd at first. Then he started saying how good I was. I got carried away. I really enjoyed sucking him. I felt like
I was in control of his hard-on. Finally he said to stick a finger up his ass, which did him in. He flooded my mouth with
come.

I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, spat his come into the sink, brushed my teeth, and returned to bed. He told me men like
women to swallow their come. I thought I’d done a good job and felt really powerful sucking his dick, but he made me feel
bad about spitting. I told him this was my first blowjob, and in the future I would try to swallow. We went to sleep early.
About six in the morning I woke up and decided to try another blowjob. I had him squirming and talking and praising me. I
swallowed this time. He kissed me and said, “That was awesome.”

He left for work Thursday morning smiling. At noon I stripped and waited for him to come home. I met him at the door naked
and gave him a sloppy wet kiss, then got on my knees, unzipped him, and took his cock in my mouth. He was in heaven. He fucked
my mouth, saying how good I was, then blasted in my mouth.

That night was a blissful orgy of sucking and fucking. Finally we stopped, and he became serious again. He had me stand naked
in front of him. He looked me over and, much as I hate to admit it, said my tits were sagging and unattractive. He suggested
I check into a boob job. Though my tits are tiny, I didn’t want them bigger, just perky.

Friday morning on the short drive to the train he took out his cock and had me suck him. What a turn-on, with the chance of
being seen by other drivers! By the time we got to the station, I was on fire and needed a hard dick, but he just put me on
the train. All the way home, all I thought about was sex. It had been too long. Actually, we never had sex like that before!

I went back to San Diego the next three weeks for Wednesday and Thursday sex. I guess my ex enjoyed it, too, for he scheduled
a couple of weekends in L.A. I work till seven on Fridays and Saturdays, but when I came home, I made sure I had my panties
in my hand. I have to admit, I was getting into this sucking-his-dick thing. It gave me power and made me all hot for animalistic
sex.

Finally my ex said, “I think you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?” I said.

He said, “Another man.”

“I don’t want another man,” I said. I didn’t. I didn’t want another relationship interfering with sex with my ex.

He reminded me that I’d promised to do whatever he said, but I was still reluctant, until he suggested his old golfing buddy
Curt. Curt and his wife Donna were best friends with me and my ex. They have a summer home in Northern California, where Donna
stays for the summer with Curt visiting over long weekends.

Curt always kidded about needing a summer wife. So my ex set a plan in motion.

In the summer a group of us meet Tuesdays at a local watering hole for drinks and dinner. In recent summers Curt and I had
gotten closer, to where he usually buys my Tuesday drinks and we have dinner together. He works minutes from my house. The
plan was to get him to come by my place some other night after work for drinks, then to seduce him. I was really nervous.
Tuesday morning I made up my mind to ask Curt that night (after a few drinks) to come by on Wednesday. My ex was going to
be out of town that week, so I wasn’t going to San Diego. All day I worried how I would ask Curt. Finally about seven I headed
for our gathering place.

It was crowded, with a rough-looking group of bikers there. I had a few extra drinks to work up my courage. When it was time
to go home, I asked Curt to walk me to my car. I thanked him for escorting me and said I’d like to buy him a drink tomorrow
after work. Would he like to come by my place and have some wine?

He said yes, and I went home even more nervous! I couldn’t sleep all night. I was off work Wednesday, so I lounged around
most of the day. I called my ex on the road and told him Curt was coming. He laid out the plan for me, and I executed it—perfectly,
I think!

I dressed in matching bra and panties, slacks, and a thin blouse. I opened a bottle of white wine and drank a couple of glasses
to calm my nerves before he came. At half past four he rang the doorbell. I invited him in and led him to the couch, then
went into the kitchen for the wine. I handed him a glass and sat next to him.

We talked for a few minutes, and I lost my nerve. I got up and went to the bathroom to settle my nerves. When I came back,
I sat real close to Curt—so close, our legs were touching. I didn’t lean back. I wanted to see the look on his face.

I put my wine down and faced him. Since he knew I was seeing my ex, I knew what I was about to say was going to surprise him.
“Curt,” I said, “I hope you won’t be offended.” I put my hand on his crotch and continued, “But I need a hard dick, and I
need it now.” I caressed his crotch while I explained that my ex and I had been having torrid sex but weren’t meeting this
week. I needed to be fucked and, as my ex would say, fucked hard.

I looked down a second later, and Curt was visibly hard. I said, “Do you mind?” as I unzipped his pants, pulled out his rod,
and bent down to take it in my mouth. I licked and sucked and licked and sucked, till I rose up and said, “I want that dick
in me. Please fuck me.”

We headed to the bedroom. I stripped off his tie and shirt, pants, shoes, and socks. He was naked. His dick was smaller than
my ex’s, but that was okay.

Curt took control now. He unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off my shoulders. He unsnapped my bra and began sucking my tits,
lingering awhile. As he sucked and licked my tits, he unbuttoned my pants, which fell to the floor. I all but came as he reached
in my panties and massaged my crotch. Finally he pulled my panties off, and I shoved him back on the bed.

I climbed on top and sank his shaft into my pussy in one plunge. I said I loved his hard dick and how good it felt. He rolled
me on my back, and I told him to fuck me hard. In and out, in and out he pounded me, and I kept encouraging him.

Eventually I shouted, “I’m coming!” He shot his load in me, then rolled off. While it wasn’t that good, I made him feel really
good. Afterward, I snuggled up to him, then felt for his dick. It was soft.

“I’m usually good for only one,” he said.

I laughed and said, “But I need you more than once. Mind if I try to revive it?”

I lowered my mouth onto him and drew on the tricks my ex had taught me. The finger in the asshole got his attention. He was
soon hard. I said to make love to me. “Gently touch me and lick my tits.”

He entered me a second time and worked himself slowly in and out. He lasted much longer this time. I kept talking to him,
telling him how good it felt and how much I loved his hard dick. Then he exploded in me. It was definitely a little better.

I got up to use the bathroom. When I came back, Curt was putting his boxers on. I went over to him and snatched them away.
I said I wasn’t through with him.

He shook his head and said, “There is no more.” But he stayed naked.

We got out of bed and went into the kitchen. I’d made a casserole earlier, in case I got lucky with Curt. I fixed the rest
of the meal with us parading around the kitchen naked. He’d cop a feel, rub up against me, and continue to touch and excite
me, rubbing and kissing my breasts.

We sat down for dinner naked. When we finished, I got between his legs and started sucking. When he was hard again, he bent
me over the kitchen table and fucked me from behind. All this time I encouraged him, saying how good he felt. He emptied another
load in me, then dressed and left.

I asked him to call when he got home. When he did, I thanked him over and over. I said sometimes I just need a hard dick to
fuck me. He closed the conversation by saying casually, “Anytime.”

I hurriedly called my ex and filled him in. He agreed to come to L.A. that weekend and fuck me silly, and he did. This time
he fucked me in the ass, an interesting new sensation. Before he left, we made a plan for the next step with Curt.

I called him Tuesday morning and suggested he come to my house after I got off work, about seven, for a drink, and then he
could give me a ride to the watering hole. It was out of his way, but he agreed.

This time I wore a summer dress with no bra and no panties. On the way to the watering hole we talked about the great sex
we had last week. Curt seemed eager for another round. I reached over and rubbed his crotch. A smile lit up his face. I massaged
him hard for several minutes, then unzipped him and pulled out his dick. I unbuckled my seatbelt and sucked him the last few
miles. He was ready to blast, but we got there too quick.

We went in and had dinner with the usual group. At the table I took every opportunity to massage his crotch without the others’
seeing. He stayed hard the whole time but didn’t mind, knowing he would get his reward.

Soon we were headed back to my house. I took out his dick and stroked it hard and fast. In a short time come was flying everywhere.
I bent forward and licked his dick clean. His wife had never given him a blowjob and never tasted his come. I told him how
good his come tasted, then said, “I want your dick in me. Get me home.”

Once we were there, he started kissing me and rubbing his hands all over my body through my dress. He unzipped it, and it
fell to the floor, leaving me naked. He stopped and stared.

“I didn’t want to waste any time getting undressed,” I said. “I need your dick now.”

We headed to the bedroom and fucked like jackrabbits. I told him to fuck me hard, then said how good it felt, then told him
to fuck me harder. Again he managed to fuck me twice, showing more stamina. He called when he got home, and I thanked him
and told him how good a lover he was. And he was okay. But in two sessions he hadn’t licked my pussy. I needed someone to
lick my pussy.

Wednesday afternoon in San Diego my ex serviced me in every way. For starters, he licked me to climax before he entered me.
God, it felt good.

So what was next?

The following Wednesday morning I called Curt and asked him to come by after work to fuck me. No more invitations for drinks,
just plain old-fashioned fucking. He quickly agreed.

I opened the door naked. Curt smiled ear to ear, and I sucked, we fucked, and we had a good evening. This time when Curt got
home and called, I thanked him for his hard dick, then asked him to stop by before work in the morning so I could suck his
dick.

He was at my house at seven. I met him at the door naked, pulled out his dick, and sucked him right in the doorway with the
door open. He eventually maneuvered enough to close the door. When he finally came in my mouth, it was less than a mouthful,
as I’d drained him well the night before.

Curt was now hooked.

Since I usually didn’t start work until noon, about once a week he took an early lunch and came to my place for a blowjob.
Late that summer, while his wife was still up at their summer home, he faked a trip with a client to Las Vegas (that’s what
he told Donna) and spent the time servicing me.

Finally I got him to spend the night, and finally I got him to eat my pussy. Surprisingly, he was good at it. We sucked and
fucked in every room in the house, in the garage and the backyard. He left truly fucked out.

Now I don’t call Curt; he calls me. Donna is back for the winter, but I still get my share. My ex and I suck and fuck every
time we get together. I tell him about Curt, and we fuck like rabbits. I don’t know if we’ll get back together, but I’m enjoying
all the attention from him and Curt. I’m really looking forward to next summer. Curt promises to spend more nights at my house
and wants me to spend some nights at his house. My ex is plotting to invite Curt and me down for a weekend. (Curt doesn’t
know that my ex knows about him.) It gets more and more interesting.

—J.R., Los Angeles, California