Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (5 page)

Finally, after all the lusting and teasing, I am filled completely. We both cry out!

We rise and fall together a few times. I give up eye contact with you so I can raise my torso fully and concentrate on grinding
my cunt on your cock—back and forth, all the way in and out. I love feeling your rocklike cock penetrate me all the way each
time, and luxuriate in the feeling, just grinding back and forth, slow and hard.

I pause a few seconds to allow us both to feel our own contractions and the flow of juices. Then I give you a few even slower
and harder thrusts, pausing after each grind. My mind begins to reel as my body goes out of control. I’m moving faster now,
and then faster still. Faster and deeper I grind, as hard as I can, but also taking pauses of varying lengths at your point
of deepest penetration, until I let out a long, loud, low-pitched, deep throaty cry.

My body shudders with my pure pleasure. A few more soft thrusts and I lie down on top of you to rest and recover myself—only
to discover that we’re not finished!

Aggressively, you flip me on my back and hold my hands down over my head.

You whisper in my ear that now it is your turn to torture me. You kiss my neck firmly, just at the hollow, under my ear, then
across my face—teasing my lips—to the other side. “Oh, God,” I groan, “how I want you inside me again, pounding me hard!”
While I beg, I try to struggle free, but to no avail. You have a firm grip on my wrists. Meanwhile I continue to beg you,
over and over, to give me that pounding.

Just when I think you’re ignoring me, you plunge effortlessly all the way inside me and hold it for a second, which causes
me to moan loudly. With a blink of an eye, you pull out all the way. I chastise you and beg you to do it again. You adjust
your position so you can kiss me firmly and passionately, long and wet.

I am dizzy again, and you make me swoon. You withdraw your cock and position it so it’s sitting just at the tips of my inner
lips, where you let it nuzzle my smoothness. As you kiss me a few more times, you dip and raise, dip and raise, allowing just
your cockhead to enter and exit me. My pussy swells and throbs.

My passion is growing wild again, and I beg you for more. You kiss your way down to the little freckle between my mounds.
Now your hands release my wrists, and you set one on each breast. You massage them firmly, tugging on my aching erect nipples.

I’m moaning and begging you to please take me again. Quickly, and without a word, you rise and position your cock over my
face, just out of reach of my lips. I can’t reach it, since you’re straddling me. I raise my knees and press them to your
back, pushing you close enough that I can have your cock in my mouth at will.

God, you taste good! You pull away, then come close. You dip a little and let me kiss it, let me take it in my mouth once
more, and each time retreat again. I moan my frustration.

You kiss down to one of my nipples and take it in your mouth. You pull, suck, and roll it around in your mouth for a few minutes.
Then you do the same to the other nipple. Down you move to my belly, where you kiss and suck on my belly button. Now you go
lower, kissing all along my hip line, from one side to the other. Each sucking kiss makes me squirm, it tickles so!

I moan and spread my legs farther apart as an invitation. Happily, you accept. Slowly, oh so slowly, you kiss down and around
my lower mound, along my hairline, and tickle my tip with your tongue. I let out a small cry. You plunge your tongue deep,
drinking in my juice all at once. You suck hard and passionately.

I cry and raise my hips for you to push in farther. As you are sucking on me, you slide a finger in my forbidden zone. Mmm,
that feels great! Then you insert another finger, continuing to suckle while you probe my depths. Finally you land on my ecstasy
button, which you massage wildly, all the while still sucking on me.

I feel myself falling into a warm, dark, inviting tunnel, telling me that I’m ready to come again. You read this from my moans
and slight shudder and retreat again.

Positioning your head over my breasts, you kiss and suck on each nipple again. You kiss up me to my lips. Now our lips touch—just
touch, not kissing—and you whisper that you’re going to take me as your own now and make us one. Then you press your lips
firmly on mine. As our tongues make love, you plunge your manhood deep in me. We both cry out.

Plunge after plunge, you move slowly and firmly, pausing at each deepest point. You speed up and keep thrusting. After a while,
you pull all the way out and tell me to turn on my tummy. I do, positioning myself facedown, bent-kneed, with my legs spread
slightly apart and my bottom in the air.

You dive—deep, hard, and fast. I cry while arching up and backward. Thrust after thrust, speeding up and slowing down, you
dive deep, as deep as you can go, holding my hips and pulling me to you firmly.

You lean over me, put your hand on my throat, pull me backward, up toward you, and kiss the back of my neck as you thrust
a few more times. Then you reach around and hold my breasts with both hands, pulling me to you with each thrust, nuzzling
my hard nipples with your palms. It feels sensational, rocking back and forth with each other.

You move your hands back to my hips to guide me firmly to you again. I reach down and back between my legs as best I can and
tug lightly on your balls while you thrust deep. You let out a low moan. On your out stroke, I wrap my fingers around your
cock, so that you’re now gliding through them on the in stroke, spreading my lips slightly for fuller penetration.

You quicken your thrusts, and with a dozen or so more of them finally shudder, cry out, and fill me with your cream.

We fall to the bed and breathe as one for a few moments, while we catch our breath. You roll off me, and I roll over onto
my side, with my back facing you. You roll up behind me and reach around to cup one of my breasts, and we fall asleep, our
desires spent, deep in each other’s love.

—L.R., New Orleans, Louisiana
     

You arrive at a cabin in the mountains. Inside on a table you find two glasses and a bottle of expensive wine, along with
a note (with lipstick kisses!) telling you to follow the rose petals up the stairs, bringing the wine and glasses with you.

Climbing the stairs, you can’t help but wonder what awaits. What is she wearing? Is her hair pulled up, or is it down? Is
she lying in bed or in a bath filled with bubbles? You open the bedroom door and see me standing across the room, wearing
a long dark blue nightgown made of lace. Soft music is playing, and there are rose petals on the bed. I look at you, wondering
if you get my hint that I want to make passionate love to you. You pour wine into each of our glasses, walk slowly to me,
kiss my cheek, and hand me a glass. After we’ve both had a few sips, you set the wineglasses down, put your hands around my
face and kiss me with passion. Totally taken by the moment, I take your shirt off and rub my hands up and down you.

You pick me up and lay me down gently on the bed. You take off my nightgown, so all of me is within reach of your hands. You
begin kissing my neck, then move down to my breasts. When you get to my thighs, chills are running all through my body. You
flick my clit with your tongue, which is pure arousal for me. I let out a soft moan.

You kiss your way back up my body, and we embrace, indulging in a long erotic kiss. I roll you over on your back, remove the
rest of your clothes, and kiss and nibble your body. I grab your hard cock in my hand and stroke it. I take the head in my
mouth and caress it with my tongue and lips.

I work my way back up to your lips. After we kiss romantically, I tell you to take me into the bathroom. You pick me up and
carry me there. Candles light the room, and the bath is filled with bubbles. You set me in the water, then join me. I climb
on top of you, slip your hard-on in my pussy and massage it with my “other” lips. Your hands move all over me.

It feels so good that I dig my nails into your back. I grab your face and kiss you with everything I have left. I ride you
harder and faster. I know you want to come but are holding off. I climb off you, and we both get on our knees, with me facing
away from you, leaning over the edge of the tub. You slide your cock in my ass. As you thrust in me, I grab the waterproof
dildo and slide it in my pussy. The vibration makes you pound me harder until you explode.

You slip out of me and kiss me. Then I finish washing you. I whisper in your ear, “Baby, the night has only begun.” We get
out of the tub, slip on our robes, and resume work on that lovely bottle of wine.

—
S.H., Victoria, British Columbia
     

A good friend and I went into town one day to shop and do some errands. It took us a half-hour just to get there, since we
live in the country. We were the type of friends you could call “friends with benefits.” We fooled around with each other
and sent each other pictures and videos of us masturbating. We always talked dirty to each other, if we were just joking around
or if we were being serious. And I loved it. It always got my pussy wet and his cock throbbing. It drove both of us crazy,
and we knew it.

While I drove, he got to talking about our past experiences, remembering how on one occasion my pussy smelled and tasted really
sweet. A tingly feeling came over my entire body. He had his hand on my thigh, moving closer to my most inner part, between
my legs. He rubbed my thigh, and while he told me every detail of his naughty and dirty thoughts, my jeans became damp in
the center. My outer lips were swollen, the whole area throbbed, and my clit hardened.

The half-hour trip was a little longer than usual, as we teased each other for over an hour. He would pull out his hard dick
and stroke it in front of me. With every stroke, clear come puddled at the tip of his head. As much as I tried to focus on
driving, I couldn’t help but watch. Jesus, I wanted him!

At every red light I found myself leaning my head into his lap to suck the come off his cock. Just watching him play with
himself and listening to him say sexual things turned me on to where I could have came without him touching me.

It got to be around lunchtime, so we stopped at a burger joint. He said he wanted to sit somewhere where he could play with
my pussy under the table. Instead, knowing the sexual tension we had, I sat us at the bar for some drinks.

While we sat there, I told him how wet he made my panties, and how much it turned me on every time I sucked his cock in the
car, and how much I loved to watch him stroke his hard dick. He said he wanted to see my panties so that he could breathe
in my scent and taste my creamy come.

Good girl that I am, before we left I went to the rest room and took my panties off. I had a big smile as I got in the car,
and just by looking at me he knew what I had done. Without hesitation, I handed him my wet thong. With a huge smile, he wrapped
it around his hand and inhaled deeply. Every deep breath he took turned me on more, seeing how he loved it.

He put the wettest part of the thong in his mouth and licked my cream. I kept getting hotter as he worked the thong over with
his mouth. I wanted my lips wrapped around his cock bad, but I wanted it deep inside me, too. All I could think about was
fucking him, riding that hard, throbbing cock on my kitchen table. I couldn’t wait to get him home.

On our way back from town, he told me to take off my pants, saying he wanted to smell and taste my pussy up close and personally.
I put the car on cruise control and set one leg high on the dashboard so he could lick all the way down my pussy lips. His
soft tongue made my clit hard, and my lips swelled as he licked and nibbled from one to the other. He pulled back to look
at my swollen pussy, then started smacking it and playing with my clit.

I saw a string of my juices stretched from my pussy to his fingers. When he started a repeat session of sucking and licking
every inch of my lips, I moaned and, keeping one hand on the wheel, pushed the back of his head deeper in my pussy, so he’d
get every ounce of my juices on his chin, because after he was done, I licked it all off his face. I’d never felt anything
like it before. He licked my pussy clean till we got closer to my house.