Letters to Penthouse VI (18 page)

When I sat up and accepted the wine cooler that Babette offered, I must have looked sad because she asked me, “Is something wrong?”

I explained, “I didn't want to come yet, because I knew that would mean the end of the evening. I always want to just roll over and go to sleep after sex.”

In a low voice just above a whisper, she answered, “Tonight you are going to break all kinds of old habits. Tonight you are going to come and come until you are bone dry. And speaking of bone dry, let's break for a shower. I could use a good scrub-down. I didn't know my pussy could get so juicy, and you must have shot a gallon of come.”

She took a sip of wine cooler, swirled it around in her mouth and, without swallowing, pushed my half-hard cock in and began tonguing my cockhead. The cool bubbly drink tickled the tender skin under the head, and, to my surprise and great pleasure, the old boy started to grow again. This was going to be a night to remember.

When I was fully hard, she led me by the cock to the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the water flowed over our bodies, we again shared a soft, tender, passionate kiss. Then she said, “Let's see if the stall is big enough to accommodate the 69 position.” She spread out a couple of towels, lay down and spread her legs. I dove in.

The feel of the cool water splashing on my back and the scent of her hot, wet pussy drove me wild. We switched positions, putting her on top, and I found that licking the water cascading off her bushy pussy was a lot of fun. We decided the shower was getting a little cramped, so we jumped into bed without even bothering to towel off.

Taking the top position, I began to slowly lick her pussy, going down one side of her crotch, across the bottom and up the other side, each time getting closer to the center of action. As I would dart across the top, just brushing her clitoris, she would thrust her pelvis up in the air, trying to maximize the contact with her clit. At the same time she would take all of my cock into her mouth. When I finally began working down the side of her labia, she would match my actions with in-and-out motions on my cock. As I crossed over at the bottom, I darted my tongue into her snatch, and she swiveled her tongue around my swollen cockhead, flicking her tongue against the tender underside. When my tongue was between her labia, moving up toward her clit, she was taking more and more cock down her throat. When I reached the clit, I began sucking on it. She again pressed my cock against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and contracted her throat muscles.

We came together in long waves of pleasure. We were both sweaty again, so we went back to the shower, which was still running. We showered slowly, letting the cool water rejuvenate our still-excited bodies. I found myself getting aroused again. Although it wasn't a young man's hard-on anymore, it was still harder than normal.

We dried one another with soft, fluffy towels. Our kisses were now a little more forceful and our tongues moved a little faster. When I was as hard I was going to get, she took me by the rod and led me back to the TV room. She looked through a stack of videos, chose one and said, “Let's watch a movie and relax a little.” My God, I thought, how can an X-rated movie be relaxing?

The video she had chosen was a series of bloopers made during the filming of various adult videos. Some of them were really pretty funny. You might say it was just what the doctor ordered to relieve our tensions. After the movie, we fucked in as many different positions as we could think of. Babette came many more times, but I must admit that one more good one turned out to be my last.

Although I am very happily married, Babette and I have a standing golf date every Saturday morning. And although my scores aren't what they were that first night, I am shooting way over par on a regular basis. For a sixty-five-year-old man, I am still hanging in there pretty good, thanks to that blue-eyed bombshell Babette.—
M.T., Naples, Florida

ROCK ‘N’ ROLL DRUMMER GETS A FEW HOT LICKS FROM A LUSTFUL TEENAGE FAN

I've been playing the drums in local bands ever since I turned eighteen. It's not a bad way to make a living, although it ain't exactly the big time! I'm forty-two years old now, married and a little bit thicker around the middle, but much to my surprise I still get an occasional nibble from sweet young things who have an urge to rock and roll.

I went shopping last fall for some new threads to wear on stage, and of course I fell right into The Gap. Most of their stuff is for the younger set, but I finally snagged a pair of blue jeans and a nifty hooded sweatshirt. A salesclerk opened up a fitting room for me so I could try them on. The clerk recognized me from our regular Friday night gig at a nearby club, and as soon as he mentioned the name of my band, the two female voices in the adjoining cubicle, who'd been chattering away like a couple of silly little squirrels, stopped.

“Shhh!” one of them whispered. “He's in that band we saw at Joe's last week.”

Teeny-boppers. You gotta love 'em. I smiled indulgently, enjoying all the mysterious rustling and unzipping going on next door, and wondering what the two of them looked like. The one who'd done the shushing had a slightly breathless voice that turned me on sight-unseen—especially when she made an obvious effort to be clearly heard through the thin wall between us.

“Mmmm, I just love this little top!” she gushed. “Look how it matches the flowers on my bra!”

I made a mental note of that and gathered up my gear. When I left the dressing room, the girls cracked open their door to give me the once-over as I passed. I heard a muffled round of girl-giggles and another shushing sound. Then I heard the footsteps of somebody following right behind me.

“You're the drummer, right?” asked a breathless voice just as I reached the cash register. I turned around to see the cutest teenager gazing up at me soulfully from underneath an adorable bob of tousled black hair. “Gosh, you guys are just so great!”

She told me her name was Karen, and she attended the local college. She was a deliciously ripe eighteen-year-old sophomore, with a trim teenage tummy and a saucy, round rump. She pushed the sleeves of her soft gray sweater above her elbows as we chatted, twitched her hips around bewitchingly inside her tight white chinos and seemed just as pleased as a playful puppy when she caught me eyeing the inviting swell of her big, creamy boobs. Just a sweet little hot-pants virgin, I warned myself before I asked what had happened to her friend.

“Oh, her,” she shrugged, pursing her pouty red rosebud lips. “She had to get her daddy's car back home before it turns into a pumpkin or something.”

That, of course, left her positively stranded, and Karen just giggled and wiggled her cute little butt until I offered to give her a lift. Her nipples stiffened as she accepted my offer.

She flirted and squirmed up a storm as we drove, and by the time I pulled into her dark, hedge-lined driveway, I had a hard-on from the scent of her juicy body. She batted her long black lashes in the moonlight, and hit me up for a copy of the cassette we'd been selling the night she'd seen my band play.

“What do you want for it?” she asked innocently after I'd reached into the backseat and fished one out.

I leaned over impulsively and brushed her moist, red lips with mine. “I want to see the flowers on your bra,” I heard myself croaking, and my dick slithered up my belly like a snake.

Karen blushed with becoming modesty, her dark eyes gleaming with suppressed excitement, and then slowly lifted her soft gray sweater to reveal her hungry young jugs. “Like this?” she whispered.

We kissed again, deeply this time, and my hand strayed up to cup her sweet, warm fullness. Karen cooed and squirmed around to offer herself more completely, and I teased her hard brown nipples through the pink-and-blue-flowered cotton of her brassiere.

“Oh, gosh,” she moaned softly as I licked and suckled at her tits. “Oh, please, I—Mmmm!”

I slid my hand down between her plump, willing thighs and stroked her pussy through her damp designer chinos. She groaned with pleasure and splayed herself for me like the hottest little whore in town, frantically grinding her snatch against my pressing, probing fingers. I put her hand on the thickness of my big, stiff dick, and she started shaking and squealing with delight, practically creaming in her jeans. “Oh, baby! Oh, honey! Oh, please!” she gasped, her plump, firm ass wriggling wantonly. Then she stiffened and clutched my hand to her crotch as her cunt exploded. “Oh, honey, that feels so good!”

I kept probing her muff until she'd humped herself dry. Her fingers shyly caressed my cock as she dreamily rested her head in the hollow of my shoulder.

“Oh, shit,” she suddenly hissed in dismay, a guilty blush creeping across her face. “It's really late. I gotta go now.” Before I could move a muscle, she was yanking down her soft gray sweater, snatching up her purse and the tape and disappearing into her house like a shot.

“Fuckin' virgins,” I muttered in frustration. I had to haul my raging hard-on back home, wait patiently for my wife to get home after working the second shift and then bang the living daylights out of her until three in the morning, trying to screw the silly little squirm out of my system.

I couldn't stop thinking about her, though, and I guess little Karen must have been feeling the same way, because three days later I got a call from her just after my wife had left for work. She told me she'd gotten my number from a friend of a friend who books the bands at Joe's, and added that she just had to talk to me one more time.

“So talk.” I shrugged.

“Not on the phone,” she pleaded prettily. I acquiesced, and an hour later she was standing in my living room, fidgeting with the hem of a skirt and apologizing “for acting like such a baby the other night.”

“It's just that I never …” she stammered, rocking her hips to and fro. “I mean I just never let anybody get me that, um … you know …” She looked up at me, shame-faced. “You m-make me want to … do things,” she barely whispered.

I got up from my easy chair and kissed her. “What kind of things?” I asked, pulling her close.

“Everything,” she sighed, the scent of her mounting excitement rising from between her legs.

“Then take off all your clothes,” I told her.

Karen hesitated for a moment, then slowly eased that same gray sweater over her tousled black hair. She'd left her flowered bra at home, and her naked tits stood out full and creamy above the smooth, flat tautness of her trembling tummy.

“I've got goose bumps all over,” she giggled, beautifully abashed, her long brown nipples fiercely erect as she let her short, flared skirt drop down around her ankles. She stood there shyly in her scanty, blue cotton briefs.

I sat down in front of her on a low leather ottoman. “You are a beautiful young woman, Karen,” I murmured, sucking each of her big, tender breasts in turn. She shivered involuntarily when I grazed my tongue across the salty-sweet skin just above the waistband of her panties, which were quite moist.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she mewed softly. “What are you gonna do?”

She whimpered just a little when I pulled down her panties and exposed her surprisingly thick black bush. I began to kiss and nibble lovingly at the sensitive flesh of her hot, moist thighs. Soon they were quivering with passionate desire, and Karen moaned and spread her legs to steady herself.

I cupped the plump, buttery globes of her ripe, round rump, and licked along the length of her glistening gash. “Oh! Oh! Ahhh!” she blushed, thoroughly embarrassed and totally aroused now.

She was shaking so hard that she could barely stand up. I wiggled my tongue deep into her juicy twat, and started sucking up her pearly essence.

“Oh, lick it! Lick it! Oh, my God, I've never felt anything so yummy before!” she panted with guilty delight, her sweet teenage nectar flowing freely down her legs. Her pussy bucked and squirmed in an erotic frenzy against my face the whole time. “Oh, God, honey, you're gonna make me come!”

I stood up quickly, pushed her gently to her knees and began to unbuckle my belt. “Oh, my,” Karen blushed, moistening her pouty lips in uneasy anticipation as I squeezed a drop of clear fluid from the tip of my steaming peter and watched it roll down one of her proud, young boobs. “Oh, honey, I had no idea your cock was so big!”

“Do it, Karen,” I urged her, running my hands through her short, tousled hair. “Suck my dick, you sweet little bitch.”

She slowly took me into the heavenly wet warmth of her mouth and swirled her tongue experimentally around the swollen purple head. “Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmphh,” she grunted happily as my rampant rooster slurped noisily in and out. As she wrapped her soft hands firmly around the thick base, she admitted, “I've never been this turned on in my life.”

The sight of her red lips stretched around my cock drove me wild, and the sweet little cocksucker let me fuck her mouth until I was slick enough to stick it up her tight cunt—and too damn horny to put it off for another minute!

I spread Karen out on our Persian carpet and gave her heaving tits one last lick. “Oh, yes, it feels so good!” she squealed when I rubbed the tip of my dick all along her creamy slit. “Oh, honey, fuck my pussy!”

I was shaking with the effort to control myself as I eased my cock into her hot, wet honey-hole, and Karen only increased my excitement by instantly coming all over my cock. She babbled and cooed and encouraged me ardently as I buried a couple of inches in her eager snatch. She shrieked with pleasure when I lifted her knees up over my shoulders and plunged into her up to my balls with one quick, forceful thrust.

“Oh, yes!” she hissed, clamping her pussy muscles around my cock and grinding her pelvis into mine. Soon we were screwing each other urgently. Karen's legs were wrapped tightly around my back while I held on to her ass-cheeks and buried my cock in her dripping quim again and again.

“Oh, fuck me, honey. Fuck me!” she begged me, her sweet face shining with perspiration as she writhed and humped shamelessly beneath me.

Then I pulled out and positioned her on all fours. I entered her from behind while she glanced back over her saucy little bottom with a blush of bashful reproach and passionate abandon. I dicked her like a corkscrew, my balls tight and churning, and she cried out ecstatically with the thrill of her umpteenth long, hard orgasm when I started squirting wads of jism into her luscious cunt.