I have been carrying on a long-term affair with a splendid woman who lives half a continent away, in a large eastern city. She owns her own business, and I am a tenured professor at a local university. As a result, our relationship has several torrid meetings a year, interspersed with a lot of fantasies shared by telephone and letter. Mine get especially detailed as the weeks since I have seen Gloria stretch on and on. Like this one I recorded for her in my last letter:
I walked through your door, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. My arms wrapped around the small of your back as my tongue explored your mouth. I kissed your neck and gently bit your ear as I took one of your breasts in my hand and slowly fondled it, making my way to its delicious center—an erect nipple. Then its twin became the object of my attention, before I removed your blouse to see the path my mouth would trace. Slowly I encircled each nipple with my tongue and bit it gently, just the way you like. The sultry sweetness of your scent and your escalating groans increased my ardor.
My hand slid down to your perfectly rounded ass, squeezing your cheeks as I continued to suckle your breasts. My other hand explored the dark, moist place between your legs, stroking and probing as you rubbed harder against me. Your hands unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock, rubbing me in the familiar way that drives me wild. I struggled mightily to shed my pants, eager to feel our naked bodies touch and mingle.
I worked my way down your body, kissing, nibbling, pausing at your breasts again, but desperate to taste you. The scent of your arousal wafted up to me, and I all but tore off your shorts and panties, eager for my prize. Your perfectly trimmed tangle of pussy hair inspired a jerk of my big, hard cock, and I envisioned it sliding in and out of you. First, however, I bent to enjoy your exquisite taste.
My tongue circled around, zeroing in on the cleft of your pussy. I blew softly on your lips, my tongue beginning to savor your nectar. My orbit became elliptical, closing in to pounce on your throbbing clit. Your moans of pleasure grew in volume as my tongue touched that tiny source of so much pleasure. You arched your back, your hands firmly clasped around my head. I held on to your thighs firmly, guiding you closer.
As I licked your pussy, I slid my middle finger deep inside you as a small preview of coming delights. My tongue moved faster on your clit, eliciting even louder groans as your orgasm neared. Finally I felt you jerking spasmodically against my face, your pussy grabbing my finger as you cried out in delight.
Panting, you lowered your beautiful face to my damp lips and gave me a deep, thoughtful kiss before sinking down to take my cock. Your tongue and teeth grazed my nipples and followed a familiar path down across my stomach. My whole body was quivering by the time you reached my cock, convulsing as you lapped up the preliminary wetness there.
Your exquisite tongue then licked along my whole shaft as your hands stroked my balls. I would not be able to take too much of this treatment, I knew, but I struggled valiantly to make it last as long as possible. Your tongue traced my cockhead, and before I could gasp my pleasure, your mouth descended to engulf me in its firm, hot wetness. I held your head in both hands, more to steady myself than to guide your expert sucking. As you increased your tempo, I began to move uncontrollably. You could sense the buildup in my balls, and your head bobbed faster, sucking harder. Your mouth tightened, and I could hold back no longer, shouting the intensity of my orgasm as long strings of thick white come shot into your pretty mouth. You swallowed every drop and licked my still-hard cock clean for the fucking you deserved.
With one firm motion, I lifted you up in the air so that our mouths could meet again. Then I rolled you onto the carpet and positioned myself between your legs. I rubbed my hard cock along your slit, teasing you with it until you begged for me to enter you. Slowly, as you wiggled beneath me, I shoved my cock inch by inch into your swollen pussy, loving its tight grasp. I pulled almost all the way out before slamming my shaft back in to the root, repeating this over and over, giving you every inch of my lust.
Your hips moved to meet mine, perfectly synchronized to my thrusts, our pace increasing and our moans muffled by wild kisses. Your pussy grabbed me tighter, and I lowered my face to your nipples, biting and sucking to bring you over the edge. Your legs wrapped around my waist, and I pounded you with all my might. My pinky invaded your tight little asshole, moving in tandem with my cock. A tremendous orgasm unleashed a series of unbelievably wild convulsions in you that brought my pleasure to the breaking point, and a wave of my come inundated your womb.
Exhausted, we lay together for a moment in blissful satisfaction until I found the strength to carry you to the waterbed and tuck you in beside me. Holding you close in my arms, I whispered sweet nothings in your ear until we both drifted off in satisfied slumber.
Return mail brought Gloria’s reply, which I am happy to report was very enthusiastic. And she added some inventive details I had been too single-minded to think of, but which will become the stuff of even more gloriously anticipatory fantasies until we meet again. Perhaps I’ll share them with Penthouse Variations’ readers.
—Mr. G.Y., Socorro, New Mexico