Letters to Penthouse XXI

by The Editors of Penthouse Magazine

  “That’s great,” I said, “I really need your help.” For a moment a montage of thrilling scenes swept through my mind as I pictured him helping me out in a number of exciting ways, none of which had anything to do with getting Silky shod. Forcing myself back to reality, I said, “My horse has just thrown a shoe. Can you put on a new one for her?”

  “Hey, that’s what I do,” he answered with a smile that showed his perfect teeth.

  “Good,” I managed to say as he stepped closer. Being so near to him sent a shiver of excitement down my spine that spread like a warm wave into my crotch.

  “I’ll check her,” he said. I nodded dumbly, momentarily at a loss for words, thinking how much I’d like to have him check a few things on me. Particularly the thing between my legs that was getting wetter by the moment.

  Watching him stroke Silky with his big powerful hands made my knees so weak that I had to lean against the fence for support. I couldn’t help thinking what it would be like to have those big hands stroking me. Silky normally didn’t take to strangers at all, but she was putty in Ron’s hands as he gently stroked her. She didn’t resist at all as he examined her unshod foot. I imagined I’d be pretty cooperative too if he wanted to examine me.

  “Her foot looks okay,” he said. “Won’t be a problem to put a shoe on her. I’ll get right on it.”

  “Good,” I answered. Then, glancing at my watch, I said, “It’s lunchtime. Why don’t you come inside for a little while. I’ll fix you something to eat.”

  “Sounds good,” he said, with a smile that made me wonder if he knew that what I really wanted to feed him was a big helping of hair pie.

  As we walked toward the house I noticed him looking my body over. He was subtle about it, but I saw that he missed very little. He checked my cleavage thoroughly. The top two buttons of my shirt were undone. Tall as he was, he could see well down into the lush valley between my tits. A few steps later he was checking the curve of my ass. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that the bulge in the front of his pants had become considerably larger. That got me even more excited. I could hardly take my eyes away from that big tool of his.

  He didn’t waste any time. As we stepped into the kitchen, he pulled me into his arm and kissed me hard. His tongue slipped between my parted lips and probed every crevice in my mouth. I melted against him. The head of his big hard cock pressed firmly into the soft swell of my love mound. I knew that his big tool was the only thing that could quench the yearning in my steaming pussy. Like Silky, I was putty in his hands.

  Lifting me up in his arms, he sat me down on the bare kitchen table and laid me back. Bending over me, he kissed me again. Then he began to unbutton my shirt. As he did, he slowly kissed his way down to my bosom. Exposing my bare boobs, he cupped them with his hands and began to kiss them all over. He licked the tiny bumps on my large, dark areolae and sucked each of my plump, erect nipples into his mouth. That lit a bonfire of need in my cock-starved cunt. I began to squirm beneath him, moaning softly and rolling my head from side to side. Ron opened my shirt all the way and slowly kissed his way down my body to the top of my jeans. He undid my belt and unbuttoned my fly, continuing his kisses down the soft curve of my tummy. I was on fire with excitement when his lips reached the top of my panties, and I whimpered impatiently as he paused to remove my boots and slip off my jeans. Now, except for a pair of pink bikini panties, I was naked beneath him. The shadow of my bush showed plainly through my panties. I was nearly out of my mind; my rampaging pussy was begging for his attention. More than anything, I wanted him to bury that big cock of his inside me all the way. But he wasn’t about to be rushed.

  Going to his knees in front of me, he planted a burning kiss on my inner thigh, just above my knee. It was like pouring gasoline onto a fire. Unable to hold back, I began to rock my hips urgently up at him as he slowly kissed his way higher and higher up the soft, silky skin of my inner thighs. It was heaven; I’d never felt anything so exciting. When he finally reached the juncture of my legs he began to lick my love sauce from the damp crotch of my panties. My ass was bouncing up and down on the table as he tongued me. The exciting feeling of that tongue stroking my pussy outside my panties was rushing me toward a climax.

  Then he slipped my panties off. Burying his nose in the soft, silky hair of my bush, he thrust his tongue deep into my juicy cleft. That sent a lightning bolt of excitement down my spine. His darting tongue explored the soft folds of my pussy. Raising and spreading my knees, I grabbed his head and pulled him closer to me, pressing my thighs firmly against his face. He clutched my bare buttocks in his big hands and tongued me deeper. Soon he found my erect clit and began to stroke it with his tongue. I felt the irresistible approach of an earth-shaking climax. Somehow he felt it, and he began to tongue me faster. Suddenly my body turned hard as marble. My thighs pressed even harder against his face, and my pussy lips seized his tongue as powerful spasms wracked my body with an intensity that made me nearly black out.

  As I came down from my high, I slowly released my hold on him, feeling more love juice seeping out of my pussy. Ron licked it all up. I was in heaven. I’d never had a climax like that before, and was completely helpless in the aftermath of the best sex I’d ever had.

  Lifting me off the table as easily as if I’d been a child, Ron set my bare ass down in a chair. Dropping his pants, he dug his rock-hard cock out of his shorts. It was as big as a picnic sausage. Thick blue veins curled down the shaft like vines on the trunk of a tree. It fascinated me; I couldn’t take my eyes away from it. A drop of precome glistened in the dark eye of the swollen red knob.

  Ron didn’t have to tell me what to do; I knew exactly what he wanted. Grasping that big cock gently in my hand, I slipped my lips over it, savoring the salty taste of his precome. Then I lightly circled his dickhead with my tongue. As I did this I cupped his throbbing balls in my hand. They were as big as walnuts, and they jerked in my hand as I tongued the head of his dick.

  Ron put his hands gently on my head, and I moaned and took his pole deeper into my mouth. Tightening my lips on the thick shaft, I began to bob my head up and down while tonguing the underside of his tool. I could feel his body stiffening as I fucked him with my lips. I knew he was about to come, but I didn’t want to swallow his load. I wanted him to shoot every drop of it into my pussy.

  Suddenly pulling away from him, I stood up and bent over the table, giving him a clear view of my shapely, bare ass and the juicy lips of my pussy. Ron knew just what to do with it, too. Pushing the head of his big hard cock up between my legs, he moistened it with my pussy juice and then eased it into me. It wasn’t easy to get that big dick inside me, but I squirmed and pushed back at him until I had all of him filling my juicy tunnel. He reached around and held onto my tits as he pumped that king-size cock in and out of my creamy cunt.

  Soon my excitement was uncontrollable, and my pussy began to spasm again, milking his tool as he fucked me. I knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Suddenly he exploded into me, shooting what seemed like endless wads of come deep into my body as my throbbing, twitching cunt squeezed every last drop out of his throbbing balls.

  I had never been fucked like that before. I knew that Ron had enjoyed it too, because when it was over he pulled me up to my feet and kissed me tenderly. Glancing down, I saw that his long, lovely dick was hanging limply between his legs. I knew that for the moment he was out of action, but I also knew I could soon get him back into the game.

  “Lie down on the carpet,” I said, and without hesitating he did as I asked.

  Kneeling over his big body, I faced his lolling dick, with my ass hovering just above his face. Pulling me down, he began to tongue my pussy in a way that really lit my fuse. As he did, I lifted his big tool in my hand and began to lick our juices from his shaft like there was no tomorrow. I soon felt that cock start to stir a little as it responded to the ministrations of my busy tongue. Before long it was twitching, then rising, and then it was standing tall again. With an ef
fort, I pulled my pussy away from Ron’s thrusting tongue and turned around to kneel over that pillar of pork. Lowering my drooling crotch to it, I grasped the thick shaft in my hand and guided it into my juicy cleft. With a moan, I slowly sank down on it, impaling myself on him as I took in every inch of his tool.

  Then I began to bob up and down on his thick shaft. His head fell back, his eyes closed and his lips parted as I rode him. I knew he was going to come again, and I wasn’t far behind him. I cried out in pleasure as he shot another big load of come into my pussy. A minute later I convulsed and collapsed on top of him, and he held me close as my lengthy orgasm subsided.

  After we got dressed I made him some lunch. When he finished eating, we went back out to Silky, and Ron quickly put a new shoe on her. Watching him work on her got me all excited again, and somehow he seemed to sense that. Bending me over the fence, he pulled my pants down and gave it to me doggie-style right out there in the open. What an intense feeling!

  Even though Silky now had a new shoe, I didn’t feel the extreme need to ride her that day, or for a number of days afterward.

  Now Ron keeps an eye out for Joe’s truck, and when it’s gone for several days, he stops by to help me make it through those long, lonely nights. Only now they aren’t lonely at all. My life has reached a whole new sexual level thanks to Ron and that big, wonderful dick of his. I still ride Silky occasionally, but when I do, I don’t have to throw my panties in the washer when I come home. And I don’t take long showers any more. At least not by myself.—P.K., Richmond, Virginia

  IN THE PRESENCE OF HIS BIG BLACK MANHOOD, SHE JUST WANTED TO BE TAKEN

  I’m a petite, D-cup white twenty-year-old brat who married my tough-guy high school sweetheart right after graduation. Sexually, he was satisfying me pretty well, but things got much better for me after I let Raymond, our former principal, begin having his way with me.

  Raymond is a handsome, divorced black man in his late forties who got me wet just by looking at him, partly because he’s great-looking and partly because I was a horny girl who had read and heard stories about black men as lovers, and about the size of their cocks.

  After our graduation ceremony, he came up to me and whispered some very naughty things to let me know that he wanted my ripe eighteen-year-old body. My girlfriends urged me to go for it, to let him stick his “big black thing” in me, adding that they would have if he had asked them. If my soon-to-be husband hadn’t been there, I’d have gladly let him take me somewhere and do it to me.

  Months later, Raymond began coming in the store where I worked and, knowing full well that I was married, repeatedly asked me out. So finally I went for it. One night I called my husband to say I had to stay late to restock. That covered my evening with Raymond, and I followed him to a restaurant in my car.

  After we ate, he said he’d bought me a little something and handed me a wrapped box. I opened it up and took out a skimpy white bikini. I asked, “What’s this for?”

  He held up his keys and said, “You were an excellent swimmer, and I’ve got the key to the school’s pool.”

  I knew he wanted my pussy, and to tell you the truth, I wouldn’t have gone out with him if I wasn’t going to let him have it. We left my car there, and he drove me to the empty school.

  White bathing suits become transparent when they get wet, and the one Raymond had bought for me, which barely covered anything to begin with, was no exception. He sat watching as I put on a show for him. I waded and flipped in the water, and then I bounced up and down on the diving board to make my nearly bare boobs flop around, and sometimes out, before I dived in.

  As I toweled off in front of Raymond, he saw all of me, and I mean all of me. My hard nipples and big tits weren’t the only things visible through the ultra-thin material. After staring at my pubic triangle through my see-through bottom, he suggested we go to his office to “hook it up together.”

  I welcomed his eagerness and, with a seductive smile, asked him, “Have I been a bad girl?”

  He looked me over and replied, “Not till you’ve had my big black dick inside that tight little white pussy of yours.” Then he asked me flatly to let him fuck me.

  I always knew Raymond was hung, but when I looked down at his slacks, his monster of a hard-on appeared to wrap around to his side, literally.

  He led me by the hand, dripping, down the hallway to his office. After closing the door, he asked if I was prejudiced. I said I would have loved to be had by a black cock, especially his, but I never got the chance before getting married. And I still wanted to try it. Seeing how hot we were for each other, I realized I was on the brink of engaging in my first interracial encounter.

  My jaw dropped when Raymond stripped. My husband’s six inches paled in comparison with his thick ebony love pole. I couldn’t imagine that much of it would fit in my tiny frame. I gasped watching it bounce around as he walked over and got on the sofa.

  “Get naked and come over her,” he said.

  Being comfortable with this situation I had helped provoke, I stripped out of my bathing suit and lay down on top of him in a heated embrace. He didn’t play around at all, kissing me on the lips and shoving his tongue down my throat as his hand went between my legs to boldly palm and rub my furry little pussy.

  He got me dripping wet in no time, and while he squeezed my big boobs and sucked my nipples, one of his long fingers probed around in my hole and rubbed my clit. I was in heaven when he rolled me on my back, opened my legs and slid between them to lick my slit. Oh God, did he ever know what he was doing to me, and how to do it! Tongue in, tongue out, nibble here, nibble there. My pussy was oozing cream like never before.

  He slid onto the carpet, telling me to suck him as he pulled me down with him. I stroked his choker with both hands, licking precome from the head before fitting as much of it in my mouth as I could, sucking and slurping as I got it ready for my horned-up little pussy.

  Back on the sofa, Raymond spread my legs and climbed over me, parting the hair lining my tiny slit with the tip of his huge cock. He looked down at me and said I was about to learn what real lovemaking was. I was ready and willing. I bent my legs back and spread them wider in anticipation as he mated his manhood with my hole. I didn’t care that he wasn’t wearing a rubber, I just wanted to be taken!

  I told him to fuck me with his gorgeous black cock.

  He began penetrating me, stretching my labia to the absolute limit. Once I had enveloped his engorged cockhead, he slowly moved deep in my vagina, almost splitting it as he gave loving to places that had been previously untouched. Naturally, I creamed nonstop to lubricate him, but I had never had anything nearly that size inside me before, so I really felt it—but in a good way, as I became his woman.

  I gasped for air and trembled as I clutched Raymond’s sides, looking down to watch his giant dick corkscrewing into me. He had several more inches to stick in. I hissed that it wouldn’t all fit. Nevertheless, he continued pushing in.

  “When I’m done,” he said, “you’ll never be satisfied by your white-boy husband again.” He held my arms against the armrest with his strong hands. I looked between our bodies in disbelief at my pointy-nippled boobs swaying like jelly as he hovered over me. My cream coated his pole as he pumped in and out.

  “Ooh, yeah,” I moaned. “Oh, fuck me with your big black cock.”

  That excited Raymond all the more. The pleasure he gave me got me off quicker and harder than I’d ever experienced in my young life. He certainly knew how to screw, and had me begging him to come, but he held off. He wrapped his muscular body around me and short-stroked me to an unending orgasm like a big vibrator as his dick kept stretching my pussy.

  My trembling body was so thoroughly frazzled that I pleaded with him nonstop, “Come inside my little white pussy.” Finally he released violently. Oh God, I felt every large spurt shoot in me before oozing down the crack of my ass. He stayed hard, moaning as he swirled his still-throbbing cock deep inside me until he delivered a sec
ond, surprisingly large load inside me.

  When he finally pulled out and got off me, he took a camera from his desk drawer and snapped away as I lay sweaty and convulsing, naked, with my legs spread, his semen oozing out of me. Afterward, he opened a photo album and showed me similar photos of various white women he had fucked, including a couple of former teachers and students I knew.

  After that I “worked” a lot of “late nights” to cover our affair, until finally one night my husband caught us going at it in the back seat of my car behind the store. (A coworker had squealed on me to him!) He was pretty pissed off, and it nearly ended our marriage. But we came to the understanding that I’d stay married to him, and even give him all the sex he wanted, as long as he let me take on black studs from time to time.

  He doesn’t like it, but being in love, he reluctantly agrees to it. And to keep me from spending the night at their places, he’ll even sleep on the sofa so they can spend the night making love to me in our bed. In return, when I take on my lovesick husband, I fake orgasms out of pity, so he can imagine he’s satisfying my gaping cunt, although he never does anymore.—G.L., Roanoke, Virginia

  HIS GIRLFRIEND GIVES HIM A MOST UNEXPECTED GIFT, IN A MOST SURPRISING PLACE

  Last Friday my girlfriend invited me to meet her at her apartment that night, between half past nine and ten. Since Liz normally goes to a movie with some of her girlfriends on Friday nights, I was thinking she meant to meet me after that. Of course, my assumption was that she wanted to share a few drinks, then make love. Which, by the way, sounded wonderful to me.

  I arrived at Liz’s apartment about nine-thirty and found that she wasn’t there yet. Using the key she had given me, I let myself in. I fixed a gin and tonic, and sat down to flip through the television stations while I waited for her to arrive.