“Yes … yes … I want that too,” she gasped as she unzipped my slacks and pulled them off. My massive prick was already jutting out of the waistband of my jockey shorts. As we stumbled to the bedroom, her hand was groping in my shorts and grabbing at my rock-hard ebony rod. We fell across the bed, our lips fused together in a hot, sizzling kiss, while my hands roamed all over her back, down to her ass-cheeks. Lila rolled over on her back and spread her shapely white thighs. I was poised for a quick, deep entry. As she writhed with lust, I positioned myself between her thighs and shoved my throbbing nine-and-a-half-inch cock into her cunt. From then on, it was onward to paradise. She had one climax after another. I held my thick cock deep in her cunt while she worked her ass up and down.
Hot juices poured out of her love-tunnel and ran down the cheeks of her ass. Lila shuddered in yet another climax, gripping my broad, muscular shoulders with her hands as she pumped her cunt up to meet each of my downward thrusts. We knew this time was special, and that I would joyously unload my thick, white, forbidden sperm deep into the clasping velvet of her cunt. “Aw, baby, I’m gonna shoot my load,” I rasped into her ear. The bed shook as we experienced a simultaneous climax, clasping and thumping our naked, sweating bodies together.
Finally we lay still. I could feel my sperm oozing down her crotch and pooling on the clean sheets of her and her husband’s bed. This turned her on so much that we made love for another hour, until I had to leave.
Such impassioned encounters help make our affair as special as it is. However, nothing can surpass what happened last night. Thinking about it has kept my dick hard all day long. Some time ago I had mailed a letter to your magazine describing my first encounter with Lila. When I opened up last month’s issue, I was overjoyed to see that my letter had finally been printed. I knew I had to see Lila and share the surprise. I called her and told her I needed to see her that night. Though it was not one of our regularly scheduled meeting nights, she did agree to meet me at our usual motel for a little while after work.
At the appointed time Lila let herself in, her face showing the strain of excitement and apprehension. (She was afraid that I had called this sudden meeting so I could tell her that someone had found out about us.) Needless to say, she was relieved to see my naked body reclining on the bed, sporting an enormous hard-on. As she undressed, she got more and more into the excitement that I was conveying with my smiling face and raging hard-on. Then she noticed the copy of
Penthouse Letters
lying open on the bed. “Read the letter on that page!” I said hoarsely, as she snuggled up alongside me. My dick had never been harder. I was feasting on her nipples and playing with her wet pussy when she began to understand the meaning of the letter. She finally realized that I had sent in a letter about the two of us, and it really turned her on.
As she continued to read, I slid my body on top of hers and rubbed my cock up and down her slippery gash before entering her. The magazine fell to the floor as we consummated our passion. Lila’s voluptuous body met mine in the rhythm of integrated sex. She lost track of the number of times she’d climaxed, and I thought that my load was never thicker nor as profuse as that night. Maybe we’ll never surpass that moment, but I’m sure we’ll try. And I have to confess that once a black man has fucked a white pussy, there’s definitely no turning back for him either.—
A. J., Mobile, Alabama
ALL IT TOOK FOR THIS WIDOW TO BE MERRY AGAIN WAS A LITTLE OF THE OLD IN AND OUT
Last spring, my next door neighbor Helen, a widow who happens to be sixty-three years old, asked if I would assist her in cleaning out her storage shed. I have lived next door to Helen for twenty-eight years, and in that time have watched her daughters grow into beautiful women. This was not hard to understand, as Helen has always been quite an attractive woman herself. After her husband died fifteen years ago, I had never known her to date or have men come to visit her. All that time I had been quietly curious about her private life, but I didn’t want to pry, so I never asked her about it.
Cleaning out the shed was hard work. Helen and I spent the whole day moving all the stacks of boxes, lawn tools, bicycles and what have you, out of the shed and onto the lawn, where Helen could go through the things and decide what to keep and what to throw away. I was just picking up one of the last wooden crates from a dark corner of the shed, when all of a sudden I heard Helen scream out at the top of her lungs. I dropped the box and turned around just in time to see a huge black snake slither past Helen and out the door. Helen leaped straight for me. Instinctively, I held my arms out wide for her, and she jumped right into them. She clung tightly to me, with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, and continued to scream.
To keep us from falling over, I innocently clutched her ass in the palms of my hands and pulled her to me. Still whimpering and shaking, she held on for dear life and squeezed her legs tighter around my body. Well, as nature will have it, I started to pop one of those hard-as-a-nightstick boners that often come up at the most inappropriate times. However, the timing for this hard-on wasn’t as inappropriate as it seemed.
As Helen’s fears passed, she began to feel my hard cock pressing against her. Her cheeks turned a rosy red, but she didn’t make any effort to pull away. As we lingered there, locked in our embrace, our eyes met. Beyond her embarrassment at feeling my hard-on, I sensed in Helen a need to be held. I did so without a word, until she finally relaxed her grip and allowed her feet to touch the ground. She quickly returned to her work, and I went outside the shed, found the snake and disposed of it.
After the job was completed, I went home to shower and relax. That night, with the events of the day playing over and over in my mind, I decided to grab a bottle of wine and head for Helen’s place.
Helen answered the door in a white bathrobe. “I feel like socializing,” I said. “How about a glass of wine?”
Helen invited me in, and went to the kitchen to get some glasses. I sat down on the large, overstuffed sofa in the den and opened up the wine. She came back in with two big water glasses, and I poured each about half full.
“I haven’t had wine in years,” she said as she sipped from her glass. It was only a few minutes before the wine began to affect Helen. She began to make jokes and tell me how light-headed she was feeling.
She rose to her feet, swaying slightly, and told me she had to go to the bathroom. I poured some more wine. When she returned, she sat down beside me again, only this time she allowed her robe to open slightly, just enough for me to see that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She rested her shoulder against mine, and I felt my cock stirring the way it had that afternoon in the storage shed.
“I shouldn’t have any more wine,” she giggled, “but it’s so relaxing! Maybe just a few more sips.” As she drained her glass, I moved closer to her and put my right hand on her bare left leg.
“What are you doing?” she asked. Before I could answer, she started talking about her husband. She told me that there had never been anyone in her life but him. “He was my first, and probably my last,” she said. But she did not move my hand away from her leg, and neither did I.
“I know what you want,” she said, “but it’s been so long.”
I inched my hand up her thigh. She trembled and rested her hand on mine. I took the hint and moved my hand up higher, parting her robe and laying my palm against her cunt. Her cunt was wetter than any I’d ever touched. I pulled her robe wide open to bare her breasts. They were much firmer than I’d expected, and the nipples were full and puffy, jutting out like two ripe grapes. I wanted to feel them on my tongue, so I lowered my mouth to her left breast and lingered there, sucking the soft tit-flesh until her nipple hardened between my lips.
I moved from one tit to the other, delighted to feel her nipples get so stiff in my mouth. As they got harder, so did my prick. I had such an incredible erection it felt like it was going to tear through my zipper.
Soon my middle finger was groping and searching, prying apart Helen’s moist pussy lips. She slid forward on the sofa to allow me easier access. Soon her juices began to flow like a waterfall as I pumped my finger in and out of her twitching twat.
“Please lick me there,” she said in a breathy whisper.
I stood up and kicked off my shoes, then lowered my pants and briefs and stepped out of them. My wide prick was stiff and pointing straight up.
“It’s so beautiful,” she said with a look of pure desire. “It’s so much different than my husband’s was. It’s so fat. Do you think it’ll fit inside me?”
“I know it will fit,” I said. “But first I want to get you ready for me.” I sank to my knees in front of her and plunged into her fuck-hole with my tongue.
“Oh!” she cried out. “That feels so good. My husband never did that. Don’t stop!” My tongue darted in and out of her. I feasted on her soft cunt lips and lapped hungrily at her clit. With a loud gasp she reached orgasm, groaning and sighing and pulling me against her so that my tongue stayed firmly planted inside her long-neglected pussy.
“I want you,” Helen said after a few minutes, casting off her robe and lying back on the couch. I grabbed her ankles in my hands and held her legs up high. With one sure thrust, I sank my prick into her pouting pussy. Fully and firmly implanted in her, I released my grasp on her ankles and pumped into her. Helen met each of my thrusts with a grunt of pleasure. Her cunt began to grip and tighten around my prick and, each time I pushed into her, sucking me in. I took her sweaty ass in my hands and pulled her hard against me. “I can’t hold it in!” I said aloud, and erupted inside her, the hot jets of come blasting from my cock. Helen took my balls in her hand and kneaded them as my come spewed forth. She trembled and quaked as she continued to take my hard thrusts, riding me to one final orgasm.
When it was over we collapsed on the couch. Helen was simply glowing. I knew how long her husband had been dead, and couldn’t imagine how she was able to endure not fucking anyone for so many years. I was happy, though, to be there when she finally released all that pent-up lust. I looked down and saw that her pussy was a vivid pink, and knew then that I would be spending a lot of time enjoying the pleasures it had to offer.
Since that night, Helen and I get together for dinner a few times a week. We have a great meal, then retire to her bedroom where we fuck, suck and enjoy each other to the fullest. Needless to say, my desire to fuck only young women is now a thing of the past.—
Name and address withheld
COMPUTER-ROOM RENDEZVOUS GETS THE BEST OUT OF HIS HARD DRIVE AND HER SOFTWARE
Six months ago, when Risa was first hired at our company, I could scarcely believe my eyes. Having already spent a year there surrounded by people who were at least a dozen years my senior, I was overjoyed that I would now have a golden-haired goddess of my own age working a mere two doors down from me. Immediately my mind was full of fantasies involving her: blowjobs under my desk, quick fucks in the rest room, doggie-style humping behind the hedges in the park at lunchtime.
Risa is a knockout in the truest sense of the word. She has the type of tits you dream about, big and full and never constrained by a bra, with large nipples that make themselves known through the fabric of whatever outfit she’s wearing. Her legs, creamy and smooth beneath the shorts she always wears, are long and muscular. Her luscious limbs form the perfect pedestal for an ass that swishes back and forth when she walks. I must admit that I dripped my share of pre-come just from watching her, and more than once raced home after work in order to jerk off to the fantasy of her taking the hard thrusts of my cock.
The only thing about Risa that wasn’t appealing was her firm belief that coworkers shouldn’t date, an opinion that had caused me and my raging hormones endless consternation. But despite her steadfast refusal to have anything to do with me outside the office, Risa and I became good friends at work.
One night I agreed to stay late with her so that she could finish some work she had fallen behind on. Everyone else had left the office, except for the janitor. At about nine that night I heard Risa come out of her office, walk down the hall and go into one of the computer rooms. Soon I heard the printer spitting out paper, and assumed that she was running hard copies on the work she’d been doing all night long.
I’d noticed long before that, while waiting for printouts, Risa had a habit of leaning forward with her hands on the printer and swaying her hips ever so slightly back and forth, as though dancing to music no one else could hear. Hoping I could watch her move her butt a little, I quietly rolled my chair over to the other side of my office, from where I could see directly into the computer room. What I saw, however, was far better than I could’ve imagined.
Risa had wheeled over the little green chair that sits in the computer room. With her right foot on the floor, and her left knee on the seat, she straddled the back of the chair. As I watched in mute fascination, she slid her crotch forward and back along the top of the chair, humping herself silly! She did it slowly at first, but soon was jerking and wriggling and rubbing hard against the chair, bringing herself to orgasm. By the smile on her face and the quivering of her entire body, I could tell that she must have been working up quite a lather down below. For my part, my raging hard-on was a testament to the fact that I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.
It was obvious that Risa was feeling more than a little horny. I couldn’t help wondering if this would be the night I could get her to break her vow about dating coworkers—although, as you can imagine, going out on a date with her was the last thing on my mind. What I really wanted was to slip my aching cock into her pussy and give her the fuck of her life.
Quietly rolling my chair back to the other side of my office so that she wouldn’t see me if she turned around, I got up. I then made as much noise as I could, in order to alert her to my approach. Ten seconds later, I headed for the computer room.