Letters to Penthouse XXI

by The Editors of Penthouse Magazine

  Kelly was nearly in a frenzy as we decelerated. I was humping the air unconsciously, and a patch of precome crept across the front of my shorts. When we rolled to a stop next to the van full of cheering studs, Kelly lifted her hips so they could see the dildo pistoning in and out of her. I wet my fingers, reached over and rubbed her screaming clit.

  That was all my exhibitionist could stand. Her body arched like a bow, her smooth belly and jiggling nipples jutting skyward. Her cries of pleasure couldn’t drown out the cheers from the van. She thrashed and tore at the seat until her orgasm subsided. As we turned right, heading out of town, she melted into the seat, whimpering. When she caught her breath, she leaned over and pulled my cock out of my wet shorts. With the dildo still clutched in her pussy, she tongued me until I filled her hot mouth with come and the desert air with my bellows of ecstasy.—N.T., Las Vegas, Nevada

  HE WAS JUST HELPING HER OUT WITH PHOTOS TO SEND TO HER BOYFRIEND

  My hobby is bird photography. When my job took me to Miami, I went around my new apartment complex photographing birds until I found more interesting subjects: the girls sunbathing around the pool. I saw more mouth-watering barely covered pussy, ball-busting ass and beautiful tits in an afternoon than I’d seen before in a month. The girls spent every spare moment tanning as much flesh as the law allowed—or more! With this plethora of pulchritude, I soon had a collection of great shots.

  One day a knockout blonde in a black-and-white striped thong bikini was lying by the pool. Her suit bared her delightful derriere and barely covered her privates. As I shot her from various angles, she called me over and said, “I’m Morgan. Do you by chance have one of those instant-print cameras?”

  “Sure,” I said, trying not to stare too obviously at her captivating assets.

  “Could you take a couple of pictures of me?” she said. “My boyfriend’s in the military, and I’d like to send him some.”

  “Glad to,” I said, trying to hide my eagerness. “When do you want to do it?”

  “Could you come now?” she said.

  Could I! I thought, gaping at her assets. I could damn near come in my pants! “Sure,” I said, “just give me a few minutes to get the camera.”

  “I’m in 306,” she said. “I’ll be waiting.” Her lips curved upward in a smile that showed perfect white teeth and sent a tingle of excitement through my dick. The wavy blonde hair curling around her pretty face shone like spun gold.

  I got my camera and hurried to 306, nearly erect thinking about what might lie ahead. My hands shook a little. She was still in the striped bikini. The tops of her dark areolae peeked above the minimal top of her bikini, making me harder. I could see almost all of her large, pointed breasts. The plump nipples jutting through her tiny top seemed to beg for my lips and tongue. Her bikini bottom clung like a coat of paint to the swell of her mound. Pulling deep into her crotch, it showed off her plump pussy lips.

  “How do you want me?” she asked.

  I pictured various ways! Forcing myself back to reality, I realized she had cast me in the role of professional photographer. It was up to me to direct the shoot. I was determined to get some intimate shots of her great body.

  “You’re a stunning woman,” I said. “Any angle would probably be great. Let’s start with you lying on the couch.”

  Smiling, she sat on the large couch and leaned back, giving me an unobstructed view of her golden thighs and her love mound. She settled back in a seductively receptive pose.

  “I need to see a bit more thigh,” I said after viewing her through the camera.

  She parted her legs more, showing the striped crotch of her bikini. The way her plump pussy lips filled it out sent a jolt down my spine. A drop of precome oozed from my hard-on into my shorts.

  The first shot wasn’t bad, but it needed to show more tit and pussy. “If I was your boyfriend overseas, I’d want to see something more intimate,” I said.

  “Like what?” she asked.

  “Well, you could take off your bikini top. Let me see more of the real you.”

  “Okay, he likes my breasts.”

  I could believe it! She removed her top, and the twin beauties sprang free, making my cock even harder. Seeing her bare tits standing proud set off rockets in my brain. She glanced at the tent in my pants and smiled, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me.

  “Open your legs a bit more,” I said. “That’ll make the shot more intimate.”

  She parted her shapely thighs more, letting me gaze up the valley between. Her pussy lips seemed to be almost bursting out of her bikini. I took another shot. What with the heat and my state of arousal, it was hard to hold the camera still. This picture was an improvement, but there was a better one just around the corner if she’d take off her bikini bottom. That was a shot I had to get.

  “Just one thing missing,” I said.

  “What’s that?” she said.

  “Why don’t you pull your bikini bottom down a little? Show him a bit of bush.”

  “What bush?” she said, jerking her bikini bottom off and baring a bare pussy. I saw every enticing fold of her rose-petal-pink lips. A tiny red heart was tattooed low on her love mound. I was too excited to speak. I got on my knees and moved in for a tight shot, fighting to steady the camera. The print was really hot. I handed it to her. She smiled.

  “He’ll love it,” she said. “It’s the part of me he likes best.” I understood! I bent closer to look at the heart on her mound.

  “That’s a great little tattoo,” I said.

  “Why don’t you kiss it?” she said.

  Setting the camera down, I leaned forward and kissed the red heart. She gasped as my lips touched the flesh above her pussy lips. She pulled my head closer. I thrilled at the aroma. A rush of excitement overtook me, too strong to resist. Sensing my need, she lay back and parted her thighs, giving access to her passion pit. I pushed my face between her thighs and thrust my tongue in her cleft. The taste lit a bonfire in my balls. She moaned as I gobbled her gash.

  I soon found her love button and tongued it. She writhed, rocking her pussy in my face. I grasped handfuls of firm ass cheek and pulled her closer. As I tongued her pussy, her thighs pressed against my face. She rocked harder into me. Suddenly she cried out. Her pussy lips tightened on my tongue, and she went rigid. Pussy juice issued from her tantalizing twat. I licked it all up.

  Bare-ass naked and drained, Morgan reclined on the couch with her legs spread and her eyes closed. My rod demanded action. I dropped my jeans and mounted her. I cupped her beguiling boobs and kissed them all over, sucking the erect nipples. I buttered the knob of my cock in the juices of her snatch and pushed the head in her pussy. She was tight at first, but juicy as her pussy was, I was soon in all the way. As I pumped in and out, she rocked her pussy into me, meeting every thrust. Feeling the rush of climax, I tried to hold back, but she was too much. Her spasming pussy milked my cock. I exploded in her. She held me close as my balls pumped away.

  Totally drained, I rolled off her onto the carpet, my cock lying limp against my leg. She slipped off the couch and crouched over me, her sweet ass above my face and her pussy lips just over my mouth. The view of her pussy folds woke up my sleeping soldier. She simultaneously lowered her pussy to my lips and began to lick the head of my cock. Grasping her ass cheeks, I pulled her pussy to my face and deep-tongued her gash. She slipped her lips over my cock and triple-tongued it like a world-class trumpet player. Tightening her lips on my shaft, she bobbed her head up and down, fucking me with her lips.

  I was soaring. Unable to hold back, I shot in her mouth. Gentle spasms in her pussy let me know that she had come too. After she drained my balls, she turned around and lay beside me. I held her close. She was the best.

  She loved the pictures of her pussy, and told some of the other girls, who also asked me to take intimate pictures. This usually resulted in me eating their pussies and fucking them. Of course I got plenty of sexy pictures of their tits and twats. Soon I was eat
ing, fucking and shooting more gorgeous pussy than I could shake a stick (or my dick) at. Through it all, Morgan always wanted more pictures. I always saw that she got them.—M.G., Atlanta, Georgia

  EXCITE A HOT YOUNG STUD ENOUGH, AND HE’LL DELIVER WHAT YOU WANT

  One night when my wife was out, she met a young man who sometimes does work for us, and after some drinks they became very close. She told me about it when I asked about the love bites on her, which excited me. I said that what had happened not only aroused me but could revive our sex life. I voiced a desire to see them together. She agreed, and invited Brian to the house. I got to watch her do a strip for him. He stroked himself off on her and then left.

  For several weeks we talked about that night. Desires we had harbored for years came to the surface—mine to see her with another man and hers to be an exhibitionist and please me, among others! That made me curious. But prodding wouldn’t do any good. I backed off and waited for a better time to ask.

  Clarice still saw Brian at church, and he still sometimes did yard work for us. When he was coming over, I helped her choose the clothes she would be working in—tight tank tops or halters with loose buttonholes to show off her 36C breasts, and very loose or else tight-fitting shorts that showed off her slim waist and shapely legs. I watched from the upstairs bedroom as Brian looked down her blouse every chance he got and stared at her tight ass when she walked. Afterward, I’d tell her what I saw him doing, and she’d blush. Her nipples would become hard under her top.

  I encouraged her to be bolder. Her eyes lit up. “How far can I go?” she said.

  I said, “As far as you want.”

  As I wondered if she would go all the way, my cock got hard. But it didn’t happen that day, or the next few times Brian came over. Clarice started getting closer to him, even brushing against him. She would laugh and walk away, and his body would stiffen. Once I asked her what was said. She walked up to me, put her hand on my stiff cock through my shorts and stroked it as she said she had told Brian she noticed how much he was looking at her and asked if there was anything wrong. He said he was in love with her and would do anything to be with her again. She said he could, but she had rules he had to follow.

  As Clarice told me the rules she had told Brian, I fondled her tits through her sleeveless red blouse. I was stunned and excited that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her blouse opened enough to see a good portion of her tits, mighty firm for a lady in her forties. My other hand slipped to her crotch, and I rubbed her clit through her loose-fitting shorts. Our breathing became more ragged as we rubbed each other faster and harder. Then we were both twisting and groaning. After climax, we held each other.

  Clarice asked if it was all okay with me. I had to have her explain it all again.

  One Sunday morning, with the weatherman promising a scorcher, Clarice wanted to work in her garden with Brian while I was supposedly golfing with the guys. I was in the kitchen sipping my coffee when she appeared in the doorway. As usual she had her hair in a bun, but today she added extra makeup and perfume. She was wearing a white tank top with three buttons and no bra underneath. Her tits looked huge, and you could see a clear outline of her nipples. She matched this with a pair of loose, short, faded-blue shorts and sandals.

  We were discussing what she wanted to do in the garden when the doorbell rang. Her face lit up. I stayed in the kitchen while she went to the door. Moments later she returned and said to go upstairs and enjoy the show. She headed out the back door; I raced up to our bedroom. Minutes later, she and Brian emerged from the garage with her hand tools. She walked close to him, to some rosebushes in the middle of the yard.

  They stood talking for a few minutes. Then he started back to the garage. She dropped to her knees and began to pull weeds among the roses. He glanced back and saw her bent over, with her ass sticking up. He stopped to admire her, then continued to the garage. He came out with more hand tools and the lawn mower. He walked over to her with the tools. She looked up, then rose to her knees, her face even with his cock. I imagined the innocent-girl look she was giving him. As she raised her hand to take the tools, it brushed against the crotch of his shorts. He flinched, then backed away and fussed with the mower.

  Clarice returned to pulling weeds and spreading mulch. Brian began to mow the lawn and watch her. She made sure to show as much of her assets as possible. If he was behind her, she pushed her ass up. If he was in front of her, she made her tits sway or, looking up, thrust them out. This went on surprisingly long considering the grass wasn’t that high and there weren’t that many weeds.

  Once, as Brian was going by, Clarice said something to him. He nodded and pushed the lawn mower back in the garage, returning a few minutes later with a ladder and tree snips. I watched, puzzled, as she pointed to a small tree near the house. As they walked toward it, she glanced up at the window while continuing to talk to him. She showed him where to place the ladder, and he opened it and locked it in place. She took the snips from him and climbed slowly. He came up behind her to hold the ladder steady. When her knees were even with his face, she stopped and snipped some dead branches.

  She turned so her body was facing out. He could see up her shorts and also see the outline of her tits and hard nipples. From this position, she could look up directly in the window I was watching from. Her eyes were glazed with lust. I blew her a kiss to show I approved of what was happening. She gave me a sly smile and continued to snip twigs. I wondered if Brian, being so near her pussy, could smell her sex, and if it was driving him as wild as watching them was driving me.

  Still facing out from the ladder, Clarice climbed down with very deliberate steps. Brian watched as her hips came closer to his face. Her mound stopped inches from it. She was clearly as excited as I was. She paused, then continued down, ever so slowly. He still didn’t move as her tits brushed against his face. She froze, and I knew she was holding back from coming in her shorts. She stepped the rest of the way down so quickly that he had no time to step aside if he wanted to. He was standing between her legs. Their bodies were so close, I was sure she could feel his hard cock pressing into her. I knew she must have planned it this way.

  Brian bent his face down to kiss her—one of those long wet kisses she likes so much. He ground his hips into hers, and she did the same to him. As suddenly as they started, they stopped. They looked around like kids seeing if they had been caught. He stepped aside to let her step away. She straightened her clothes and tried to pretend nothing had happened. She looked flushed, and very sexy, though it wasn’t yet the look of a freshly-fucked woman that I was hoping for. When she got upstairs, I would take care of that.

  Clarice turned and said something to Brian. He nodded, folded up the ladder and carried it in the garage. She walked over to the rose bed, picked up her tools and headed for the garage. She glanced up to the window and gave me a sly smile. Then she disappeared through the garage door. I held my breath. I was ready to come in my shorts just thinking about what I’d seen.

  It should only take Clarice a few minutes to put her tools away and come upstairs. I hardly moved, so as to not make any noise in case Brian was still around. After five minutes, I wondered what could be taking so long. I pictured them in the garage, out of sight of everyone, including me. Minutes ticked by painfully. Then the kitchen door that connects to the garage slammed shut.

  Clarice walked in the bedroom slowly. Her hair was undone and hung tangled about her shoulders. Her makeup was almost gone except for her mascara, which made lines down her face. The straps of her tank top were hanging below her shoulders. The buttons of her top were missing, and you could see clearly past the tan line on her tits. Her front was streaked with dirt and grease, especially around her tits. She walked toward me slowly, grinning.

  “Remember when we talked about putting cameras in the house?” she said. I nodded. “I think we should put one in the garage,” she said. I asked why. She stood with her body barely touching mine. I felt dizzy and feverish. As Brian was putting
the ladder away, she said, she was on her tiptoes hanging tools on the corkboard. He came up behind her and pinned her against my workbench, his hard cock pressing in the crack of her ass. It felt wonderful. His hands went to the front of her tank top, and he began to fondle her tits.

  “See where, honey?” she said. She looked down at her tits, then raised her head and smiled that devilish smile at me. She said she tried to push on the bench to squirm past him. This excited him more. His hands worked their way into her top. As she squirmed against him, her clit rubbed against the workbench. Finally she pushed hard enough so that she had both feet on the ground. By then he had her top up almost over her tits. While one hand tried to unbutton the top, the other slipped inside her shorts. His finger started to trace her slit, then brushed against her clit. As she came, she bent over and ground her ass against his cock.

  She didn’t remember her buttons coming off. She did remember hearing her thong being ripped from her hips and feeling cool air on her pussy. Then his finger was sliding between her folds. She raised a clenched fist between us, then opened her hand. The thong slipped from it and fell at our feet.

  I was set to explode. I reached for her. She stopped me. “You don’t want to hear the rest?” she said.

  I stopped. But I didn’t know how much more lust for her I could control.

  She said he turned her around like a limp rag doll. His eyes were as lust-filled as mine were right now. She didn’t care about anything except that Brian have her however he wanted. Looking down between them, she saw that he’d pushed his shorts down to his ankles. His cock looked even longer and thicker than she remembered it. Droplets of come oozed from the slit. She spread it around his cockhead and ran a finger along the slit. He moaned and pressed her hand around his cock. Once she started stroking it, it wasn’t long before he exploded with his own orgasm.