Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires Part 1

Sultry Pa.s.sions, Sinful Desires.

Penthouse International.

Introduction to Letters to Penthouse x.x.xVI.

Desire, temptation, urging, longing, the quickening heartbeat, the rapid breath you can't control... it all comes from the same stimulant. A stimulant that gives you that fire in your belly, the one you try to but really can't control. A stimulant that can make you impulsive and deliriously happy. What it that stimulant? What is that thing that makes you weak in the knees and makes it almost impossible to control those s.e.xual urges? l.u.s.t!

You see your wife in a whole new light as you play and get silly in the sprinkler. You have to have her! That's l.u.s.t! That friend of your sister's you let stay with you who has the model's body and pouty lips; the one you can't take your eyes off. That's l.u.s.t! Or how about the birthday party with four guys you just had to have? Oh, baby, that's l.u.s.t! It can strike at any time and you have no control. And that's not a bad thing.

This compilation is all about that wonderfully giddy feeling of l.u.s.t! The gotta-have-them-no-matter-what feeling that throws your head into a tizzy. You know that feeling that comes over you when you see "that one," and you're willing to risk anything just to have the chance to get close to them? It's an awakening; a tingling sensation that sets off all the bells and whistles. It's raw, uninhibited s.e.xual prowess running wild, with all the tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs.

If it's a good, hot, t.i.tillating read you're after, this is a book you'll love. These stories of l.u.s.t will entice and thrill you to your core. Our readers share their most intimate romps with you. Share in the joy of l.u.s.t, longing, and lurid lovemaking! C'mon, it's waiting for you.

Kathy Cavanaugh.

Senior Managing Editor.

Penthouse Letters.

Fantasy Date.

I wish to share an incredible night of s.e.xual bliss with your loyal readers. I truly hope it will be the beginning of a very long, fantasy-filled relations.h.i.+p.

It started when I received a call from an old roommate. Monica and I met last year when we rented rooms in the same condo. Monica is extremely beautiful, with long, curly blonde hair, a small waist, and the kind of a.s.s men pray for. Our relations.h.i.+p was strong and full of love, but it wasn't s.e.xual. We were always like brother and sister. We shared our ups and downs, good times and bad. We both cried the day she was transferred up north.

Well, as it happened, her call not only brightened my day, it changed my life. Monica called to tell me that, at a party, her friend Sherry had seen a picture of me. She immediately started asking questions about me, and finally asked if Monica would introduce us.

As Monica described Sherry to me I grew more and more excited. Monica knows my likes and dislikes quite well and said simply, "Trust me. I know you." Before she hung up, Monica added, "One more thing. She has the a.s.s you have always fantasized about."

Sitting alone, trying to get up the nerve to call Sherry, I found that my c.o.c.k was hard as steel. It grew larger with every beat of my heart. My first o.r.g.a.s.m came while I was masturbating, just thinking of what might be yet to come.

I called Sherry that evening and introduced myself. Within minutes we were laughing and having so much fun it seemed as if we had already spent many nights of o.r.g.a.s.mic pleasure together. After approximately an hour on the phone, we made plans to meet the following week. I could only hope that Sherry's excitement ran as high as mine. I m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed every time I thought of the possibilities.

Then our plans unexpectedly changed and we had to cancel our first meeting. Both of us were disappointed, but our conversations continued. As we learned more about each other and became more comfortable with each other our antic.i.p.ation grew.

Because we lived three hours apart, phone calls and letters were our lines of communication. Finally we made another date, the day before Mother's Day.

I was nervous, eager, and extremely h.o.r.n.y as I waited in front of my apartment complex for her to arrive. A few minutes ahead of schedule, a very beautiful woman came into view. She had dark, curly hair, and she was wearing a s.e.xy black sundress. It stretched across her tan thighs as she walked toward me, and teased me with a view of her full, luscious b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her smile made my heart melt.

Suddenly she turned around, looking down as if she had dropped something. That is when I saw the most beautifully sculpted a.s.s I could imagine, just as Monica had promised me. I could picture myself kissing, sucking, licking and caressing every inch of her. My manhood could apparently see through my jeans, because it rose as she drew near.

Her eyes noted the obvious excitement in my crotch. Oh, please, please, let this be her, I thought. She stopped in front of me, and a voice even s.e.xier in person than on the phone came from her pouty lips. "Eric," she asked, "is that you?"

Words cannot describe what I felt at that moment. "Yes," I answered. "It's me."

We embraced and began laughing. We headed upstairs and, after a few drinks, headed off to meet some mutual friends and dance the first part of the night away.

Once we were in the club, our evening of pa.s.sion really began. The s.e.xual nature of our dancing, our grinding and sweating, was so much like lovemaking that onlookers started to comment. Sherry lifted my s.h.i.+rt, and her eyes grew wide when she saw my tanned, washboard stomach. As she rubbed her fingers over my chiseled chest and stomach, I said, "I'm yours to take advantage of."

"I plan on it, baby," she replied, her eyes twinkling in the dimly lit club. We soon said our good-byes to friends and headed home. Sherry laid her head on my lap as I drove. Once we got home I carried her up the stairs to my bedroom.

I began by ma.s.saging every inch of her s.e.xy body. Removing her shoes, I rubbed her toes, then sucked each one. I licked up her calves to her thighs, while gently ma.s.saging her beautiful a.s.s. I filled my hands with her moon-shaped cheeks. She moaned softly, "Oh, Eric."

I wouldn't have been at all comfortable advancing without her consent, so, as I placed soft kisses all around her a.s.scheeks, I whispered, "Sherry, may I take you now?"

"Yes, baby," she replied. I removed her soaked G-string panties. On her stomach, she arched her back as my tongue ran wild, exploring every tender inch of her backside. Sherry spread her legs, inviting me to do what I had been fantasizing about. Her p.u.s.s.y tasted exactly like sweet, ripe papaya. I drove my tongue deep inside her. She rolled over, kissed me pa.s.sionately, and said, "Eat me soft and slow. I love it that way."

Back on her stomach, she placed a pillow beneath her, keeping her a.s.s in the air. That perfect a.s.s just got better. Goose b.u.mps covered her body. She began to rotate her hips in small circles. Reaching back, she spread her a.s.scheeks, moaning, "Eat me, baby. Eat all of me."

I could hear her ecstasy in her moans. Just before she reached o.r.g.a.s.m, I stopped and began kissing her inner thighs, then rolled her over. Sherry's p.u.s.s.y lips were puffy and moist and very ready for my c.o.c.k. I entered her slowly. Loud moans, accompanied by the sweet sound of my name, came from her lips. "Oh, baby," she said repeatedly, looking into my eyes. Our fingers intertwined as I stroked her sweet p.u.s.s.y, slow and deep, pulling out then thrusting all the way inside her again.

"Make love to me, baby," she sighed. "Tonight I want you to make pa.s.sionate love to me."

"As you wish," I answered.

Grabbing her full, s.e.xy a.s.s, I pulled her even closer as my c.o.c.k filled her completely. Moments later, when her moans made it obvious an enormous o.r.g.a.s.m was near, I pulled my c.o.c.k out slowly and tasted the sweet juices oozing from her tender p.u.s.s.y. I sucked and swallowed all I could. I knew I was teasing her, but I was also taking her to new heights of ecstasy.

Sherry had told me how difficult it was for her to o.r.g.a.s.m, so I knew what I had to do. Again, just as her body began to shake, and her o.r.g.a.s.m was near, I entered her with my swollen tool. Her legs clamped tightly around my waist and we kissed softly. Dripping with sweet sweat, we made love as some can only dream of. Repeating the cycle of eating her, then f.u.c.king her, then eating her again, I brought Sherry to a thunderous o.r.g.a.s.m.

I continued licking and swallowing every drop of her sweet nectar. Sherry's o.r.g.a.s.m now turned into a continuing chain reaction of multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms. Her body was still shaking uncontrollably, and with one powerful stroke I again thrust my throbbing c.o.c.k deep into her. Sherry cried out, screaming with pa.s.sion, experiencing new levels of ecstasy.

"Come on my stomach," she screamed. "Please baby, give me your come." I knew these words came from the deepest part of her, and that it was time to release my seed. After three final strokes, I pulled out and deposited my load all over her smooth, flat stomach. My screams echoed throughout the building. Our hearts were pounding and our bodies were covered with sweat. Exhausted, we fell asleep.

At about four in the morning I awoke with Sherry in my arms. I kissed her forehead, and she stirred and gave a sweet moan. My c.o.c.k hardened and my desire for her grew. I inched my way down to her still very wet p.u.s.s.y. I could smell the mixture of our come inside her. Without hesitation, I began to eat her. Sherry made me extremely h.o.r.n.y and I had no reservations.

My tongue cleaned her sweet p.u.s.s.y and I swallowed every drop. "Wait," she protested, as she started to wake up. "I'm not clean."

I told her that I've always wanted to eat out a s.e.xy, well-f.u.c.ked, come-filled p.u.s.s.y. "Please let me live out my fantasy," I asked. Sherry relaxed, spread her legs, and guided my head back to her p.u.s.s.y. I lapped, sucked, and licked all the juices from her. I was in heaven. My c.o.c.k seemed to have grown two more inches from the excitement. After an o.r.g.a.s.m that was a sure sign she enjoyed being eaten after a f.u.c.k, she pulled me up to her. "This time f.u.c.k me hard," she said.

I entered her slowly and then began f.u.c.king her as if we had an audience, hard and fast. Our screams were loud, but we didn't care. "f.u.c.k me like you've never f.u.c.ked before," she demanded. "Give me all of your c.o.c.k."

Near o.r.g.a.s.m, I yelled, "I'm coming. Come with me!" We exploded together. Our bodies, soaked with sweat, slid over each other, and we both had multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms. It seemed as if we would never stop coming. Fully drained again, we fell back to sleep.

When I woke up, Sherry was in the shower, or I would have eaten her come-filled p.u.s.s.y again. We kissed at the door when she left and, as she walked away, she said, "I left a surprise for you under your pillow." As soon as she was out of sight, I raced upstairs to find she had cleaned herself with the s.e.xy G-string panties she had arrived in. I brought her panties, completely soaked with our juices, to my face and m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed, coming one last time.

We have barely begun to explore our secret fantasies. Our relations.h.i.+p is still growing and I always make time for her when she comes to town.

-E.B., Commack, New York.

Hot and Cooler.

I have worked in a grocery store for years. I'd never paid much attention, in a s.e.xual way, to the men I work with, but that recently changed. The four men that work there are very different. Doug is quiet and shy, Phil thinks he's hot, Joe is married, and Kevin looks s.e.xy and wicked.

These four guys are always ready for a good time, and I quickly learned that I am, too. It all started with some harmless flirting.

The more Phil and I talked, the more he insisted that he didn't believe I was a virgin. I told him that I'd never seen a real d.i.c.k. To satisfy my curiosity, he took me into the cooler and showed me his.

Things proceeded from there.

Phil's birthday was a real turning point for us. We went upstairs and he took his d.i.c.k out for me. He had shown me earlier the basics of how to get a man off manually. I took his shaft and started gently tugging at it with my hands. I had never seen a man enjoy this so I stopped, thinking I might be hurting him. He smiled and told me I wasn't.

Next I asked him if I could kiss it. He didn't have a problem with that, so I bent over and lightly kissed the head of his d.i.c.k. Then I got a little bold and started to suck on it. We were soon interrupted, but Phil said I did very well for my first time.

Joe and I never got that involved, but we easily could have. All men love back rubs, and Joe is no exception. It was a hot night, and we used hot water to clean up, so Joe had taken off his white coat and s.h.i.+rt, leaving him in his pants and unders.h.i.+rt, with a red ap.r.o.n over that. I was feeling restless and brave, so I got behind him and started rubbing his back, gradually working my way down to his pants. He didn't mind. What man can resist a cute young blonde rubbing him?

One day, when I was doing this again, he turned around. After getting over my initial shock, I started rubbing his chest. Needless to say, after we finished rubbing each other we both needed a cold shower.

Doug and I love to "accidentally" rub up against each other in pa.s.sing. We do it quite a lot. Our most recent adventure was when I tried to get him off in the cooler. We started by talking dirty to each other. He finally came over to me and grabbed himself a handful of t.i.t. I had no objections. Then he pressed his rock-hard d.i.c.k against my lovely a.s.s. He whispered, "Let's f.u.c.k."

"Sorry," I whispered back, "You don't swim in the red sea."

"I might tonight," he panted.

When l.u.s.t takes over, you really don't care where you are. We didn't. With one hand on my t.i.t, he used the other to set his stiff rod free. Out it popped. I started to use my hands the way Phil had shown me only a few months before. We were standing by the door, and we kept looking out the window for customers. Before I knew it, he was sucking on my left t.i.t. I could tell he had done this before.

We moved further into the cooler and I started to work my magic on him. I gave him d.a.m.n good head-Phil was a very good teacher. I took his shaft in my mouth and began to suck on it as if it was a bottle. Suck, suck, slurp, slurp, suck. I love to tease my grocery guys by running the tip of my tongue up and down the veins on the underside of their p.r.i.c.ks. They love it, too.

Kevin and I haven't really done anything except a little kissing while on cooler duty. He was good, and I can't wait to see what other surprises this shy young man has in store for me.

One more Phil story. We were both very h.o.r.n.y one morning. The store wasn't very busy, so we went into the cooler. Phil made a chair for me out of a box of hams, and his d.i.c.k came out of his pants headed straight for my mouth. My skills have improved so much that I don't have to use my hands anymore, so in went his d.i.c.k. Suck, suck, slurp, slurp.

My motto is, slow and steady wins the race, but sometimes a man wants fast and furious. Happily, I can do both, and well.

What a gentleman he was. After he got off, he helped me out. Phil has magic fingers. He knows right where my swollen c.l.i.t is and he plays it like a fiddle. After a few minutes, and a few o.r.g.a.s.ms for myself, we cleaned up our mess and proceeded to have a pretty good day at work.

Phil was my first and my favorite. I owe him a lot for showing me what men like. The next time you're in your local grocery store, wink at the guys who work there and see if any of them blush.

-Name and address withheld.

The Water Was Fine.

It happened on one of those really hot August nights. My husband, George, and I both moved restlessly, unable to sleep, the sheets twisting damply around us. I turned my pillow over, hoping that the underside would be cooler. But it wasn't.

"I've got an idea," George finally said. "It's too hot to sleep. I'm going outside to turn on the sprinkler. Wanna go play?"

The idea sounded wonderful, so I quickly agreed. Minutes later we were out in the backyard, scampering through the cool, fine spray, giggling like children to a chorus of crickets. The oversize T-s.h.i.+rt that I had worn to bed was quickly soaking wet, just as George's pajama bottoms were. Sudden inspiration caused us to shed our wet clothes and run back and forth through the sprinkler naked. The light, cool mist felt marvelous against my skin.

Arms spread wide, I stood directly in the soft shower, letting the water gather in droplets on my skin. I closed my eyes and tilted my face up to feel the mist against my cheeks. A moment later George moved to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned into him, dropping my hands to my abdomen. When I felt him nuzzle my neck, I turned my head upward to allow him to continue his gentle exploration. I couldn't have said whether the s.h.i.+ver that ran through my body was caused by the cool water or George's lips on my neck.

We stood there for long moments surrounded by the dancing water as he gently nibbled his way down my neck to the curve of my shoulder. With my back pressed tightly against him, I felt the hardness pressing against the cleft of my a.s.s. When I arched my back slightly I felt the exhalation of his moan against my neck. His hands slid slowly upward from my waist to cup and lift my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His thumbs skimmed my nipples, already hard from the cool water. His fingertips traced lazy circles over the smooth roundness of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I s.h.i.+vered, but remained still under his tantalizing touch.

There was something so sensual, so erotic, about standing naked in the night with the water was.h.i.+ng over me that I gave myself up to the sensations I felt. George must have felt me relax. He moved his hips slightly, rubbing his hot c.o.c.k against my receptive b.u.t.tocks. I responded with another arch of my back. His hard c.o.c.k then slid along the cleavage, hugged by the cheeks of my a.s.s. We moved slowly against each other. At the same unhurried pace, his hand moved down my body.

George's fingertips traced a circle around my navel before continuing their downward path. My breath quickened when his fingers encountered, then tangled in the hair at the juncture of my thighs. I gasped when he finally touched the sensitive nub at the top of my slit. He teased my c.l.i.t lightly, gently rubbing it until I moaned and trembled.

His fingers delved lightly into the folds of my c.u.n.t, moving skillfully through the dampness. He moaned when he encountered the evidence of my arousal. He slid both hands to my hips, gripping me, urging me to arch more deeply. Then, bending his knees slightly, George angled his hips so that his hard c.o.c.k slid between my p.u.s.s.y lips. I quickly sucked in my breath, then exhaled a soft moan. He continued to glide against me, not entering my p.u.s.s.y. At the height of each thrust, the head of his c.o.c.k kissed my c.l.i.t, sending spears of pleasure arching through me. Each thrust brought me another wave closer to my climax, the pressure building inside me almost unbearable. Then, suddenly, I was consumed by my o.r.g.a.s.m. I cried out at the first strong pulse. I gasped and shuddered while wave after wave gripped me. When I quieted, he backed away. Then he turned me to face him.

He kissed me then. The deep, wet, soft kiss quickly sent desire spiraling back through me. He took me by the hand and led me to a lounge chair, where I lay down. I felt wonderful-languid from my o.r.g.a.s.m, yet tingling in antic.i.p.ation of further lovemaking. I closed my eyes and sighed.

The sound of the sprinkler changed to that of a bottle of soda that had been shaken before opening as George unscrewed the sprinkler head. He came back to me soaked, his hair dripping. Our eyes had long since become accustomed to the light of the half moon, so when I opened my eyes I could see that he was smiling a s.e.xy, masculine grin. I smiled back at him.

Still holding the hose, he knelt beside the lawn chair. He kissed me again. I reached over to grasp his erection, and he moaned into my mouth. I moved my hand over his silken p.r.i.c.k, slowly stroking. He moved his hips in response, f.u.c.king my hand. I swallowed his next moan of pleasure with a soulful kiss.

Drawing a deep breath, George backed away from me. With his free hand he urged my thighs apart, opening and exposing my p.u.s.s.y to the night air. What he did next was wonderfully and completely unexpected. I gasped and nearly jumped out of the chair at the sudden rush of cold water on my c.u.n.t. Pausing to direct the stream of water away from me, he eased me back to a reclining position. I tensed, breathing fast and hard, waiting for him to do it again. At the next surge of cold water, I cried out. Again, he redirected the flow. This time he replaced the stream with his mouth. His lips and tongue were an incredibly warm contrast to the cold water. He nibbled at the lips of my c.u.n.t, drawing them into his mouth and sucking on them. His tongue flicked fast against my c.l.i.t. I raised my hips in a silent plea to George to increase the pressure. But he backed away from me.

I started to protest, but my complaint changed to a cry of delight when I felt the rus.h.i.+ng cold stream on my s.n.a.t.c.h again. This time George held the nozzle quite close to my p.u.s.s.y for long moments. The cold stream and the pulsing variations of the water pressure drove me wild. I felt as if I were going to come any moment. Then he again stopped. I was panting by then, nearly out of my mind in my desire to reach the final climax of the pleasure raking my body. George waited a moment before continuing, allowing me to gain a measure of control. Again, I luxuriated in the striking contrast of hot and cold as he replaced the water with his mouth and tongue. My c.l.i.t by then was so sensitive that the mere touch of the tip of his tongue set me off thras.h.i.+ng and moaning. I was on the edge of o.r.g.a.s.m when he stopped again.

One last time, George held the hose so that it nearly touched my c.u.n.t, almost f.u.c.king me with the jet of water. Then he moved it ever so slightly, so that the water pulsed against my c.l.i.t. Within moments I was in the grasp of an incredibly intense o.r.g.a.s.m that left me weak and shaking in its wake. Long minutes pa.s.sed before I was aware of the world around me-the croaking cries of crickets, accompanied by the sighing of the wind in the trees. I inhaled George's scent, a lingering cologne, mixed with the musk of his sweat. I luxuriated in the touch of the gentle breeze on my wet skin.

George was still kneeling beside me, watching. I smiled at him and slowly rose from the lawn chair. Then l knelt in front of him. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him, filling his mouth with slow thrusts of my tongue. He moaned, and I felt him tremble. I was eager to return the pleasure he had just given me. I urged him to lie back in the cool gra.s.s. He relaxed and clasped his hands behind his head, waiting to see what I was going to do for him.

I picked up the hose from where he had dropped it. I used my thumb to reduce the flow to a needle-fine mist and sprayed it over his body. George leaped, but then forced himself to relax and enjoy it. I began by leaning over him and running my tongue across his lips. He moaned, opening his mouth for me to deepen the kiss. Instead, I lightly licked the corners of his mouth. Then I nibbled on his lower lip, and drew it into my mouth. I kissed his chin, then nibbled and licked my way down under his jaw and along his throat. He groaned and moved restlessly under my touch.

Continuing downward, I laved his nipple with my tongue. Like mine had been earlier, George's nipples were already erect and hard and ultrasensitive from the cold spray. He groaned again, instinctively moving his hips in response. I continued to lick and nibble at his nipple as my hand crawled down his body. He sucked in his breath when he felt my fingertips lightly touch him at the base of his c.o.c.k. Keeping my touch purposely light, I gently teased him with the tips of my fingers. The feather-light touch seemed to inflame George. He cried out and arched his back.

My mouth left his nipple to follow the path down his body that my fingers had taken. He whispered an ecstatic oath when he felt my tongue delve into the indentation of his navel and swirl around. I continued to eat my way down his body. When my lips reached the base of his p.r.i.c.k, I began to softly nibble my way up to the head. I heard him whisper yet another pa.s.sionate expletive at the pleasure my mouth was giving him. When I reached the head of his p.r.i.c.k, I teased the small opening at the tip with swift flicks of my tongue. He thrust his hips upward and urged me to get all of that swelling p.r.i.c.k into my salivating mouth.

I traced around the ridge that ran under the head with my tongue then took a long, catlike lick along the entire shaft. George hissed. I moved between his legs and urged them apart, then began to softly nuzzle his b.a.l.l.s with my nose and lips. He cried out when he felt me take them gently into my mouth and softly suckle them. Grasping his c.o.c.k, I slowly stroked him while my mouth continued its gentle play. His p.r.i.c.k was incredibly hard now, like steel wrapped in the hot silk of his skin. I could no longer deny myself the pleasure of tasting his p.r.i.c.k fully, so I took the c.o.c.khead into my mouth.

Bit by bit, he entered the wet warmth of my mouth. When the head kissed the back of my throat, I pressed it in even farther, almost swallowing it. I could hear George whispering dirty words and moaning. The emptiness I felt when I pulled back until he had almost withdrawn was rewarded by the wonderful sensation of taking him into my mouth again. Then, once more, I resumed f.u.c.king him with my mouth-slowly, lingeringly, oh so exquisitely.

When I felt him trying to sit up, I knew instinctively what George wanted most. I moved around and over him to straddle him backward, head to toe. As I leaned over his body to take his c.o.c.k back in my mouth, he reached up and spread the wet lips of my c.u.n.t. As he began to nibble at me, I moaned around his c.o.c.k. It was sweet to feel his lips and tongue on my p.u.s.s.y and c.l.i.t as I sucked his engorged, reddish p.r.i.c.k. In the mutual giving and receiving of pleasure, each of us heightened the other's sensations. Nothing could have been more erotic, more sensual, than this. The entire world now was reduced to the sensations coursing through our bodies.

George drew my p.u.s.s.y lips into his mouth, sucking luxuriously on the aroused flesh. In response, I took his c.o.c.k deep into my mouth and sucked hard. He moaned against me, an erotic vibration that sent tremors through me and left me trembling. Gently, he rolled the nub of my c.l.i.t between his lips, then teased it with the tip of his tongue. When I wrapped my hand around the base of his c.o.c.k and began to move it up and down to the same rapid rhythm as my sucking mouth, I tasted a small and spicy spurt of his warm precome.