Letters to Penthouse XXI

by The Editors of Penthouse Magazine

  I exercise daily to keep in shape, and I’m relieved to report that I get my share of honks when I walk down the street. And if you think it’s easy keeping a waist small and an ass round and firm, I’d like to see you try! I don’t think my boobs are a problem either. They’re fair-sized, firm and pointy. Do guys think we don’t notice where their eyes always land?

  None of this seems to help with Merle. So I found myself paying increased attention to the young guy who does our lawn every week, a quiet fellow who worked hard and didn’t talk much. Teddy would just look at me with soulful eyes that gave me a pretty good idea what was on his mind.

  I couldn’t help noticing his body either. It showed abundant evidence of a rigorous training program: broad shoulders, big pecs and arms, trim waist, washboard abs. All of that plus a perennially golden tan!

  I work out every day in our family room, which has a big picture window that almost gives me the sensation of being outdoors. It also does kind of put me on display to anyone watching from outside. And Teddy did seem to look my way more and more while he mowed.

  My workouts involve a lot of bending down. I took to making sure my ass was facing out, to give Teddy a better view. I don’t wear a bra while exercising (makes me sweat too much), so my boobs bounce around a lot. And over time my leotard tends to pull into my crack, highlighting my pussy lips.

  Sometimes I nearly got off thinking how it would feel to have Teddy’s beautiful body pressed hard against me. The way he watched me when I worked out, with his pants bulging out conspicuously almost all the time, there didn’t seem to be much danger of any lack of interest on his part!

  One day, after Teddy had been watching me awhile, he walked up to the house and just stood there staring at me through the window. I couldn’t resist those big, soulful eyes—or the telltale bulge in his pants.

  I opened the door. He walked in and without a word sank to his knees, his face inches from my crotch. I put my hands on his head and drew his face to my pussy. After a moment, he began to gently lick the crotch of my leotard. Then he gripped my ass cheeks and pulled me closer. The feel of his tongue through the leotard sent a rush up my spine. The crotch of the leotard was soaked.

  I almost lost it when I felt those hot lips on my crotch. My knees felt weak. I had to see what was bulging in Teddy’s pants. I led him to the big leather couch and lowered myself on the deep cushions. I spread my legs and eased him down to his knees. His eyes seemed fixed on a few unruly pussy hairs curling out of my leotard. After a moment, he moved back and kissed my inner thigh, just above the knee. I inhaled sharply.

  He moved higher, planting kisses that felt hot enough to melt metal. As he kissed his way toward my crotch, I rocked my hips into him. With one smooth hand movement he slipped my leotard off. My breasts sprang free, nipples erect. Cupping them tenderly, he kissed them all over and sucked the nipples. He was now facing my juicy pussy lips. He thrust his tongue in deep and, gripping my ass cheeks, pulled me close.

  His thrusting tongue found my clit and licked it feverishly. I rocked my pelvis into him, meeting every thrust. Suddenly I felt the knob of his cock at my pussy. With a few determined thrusts he was buried in me. He began stroking in and out, rubbing my clit with each thrust. He groaned as he pumped harder, until we both came. Spent, he rolled off the couch and lay back on the carpet, his cock lying limp on his belly.

  He was too tempting. I knelt over him and lifted his dick. I licked the head, and soon felt it stirring. His shaft grew and stiffened in my hand. Once it was standing tall again, I knelt over it and guided it in my slit, then lowered myself on it. He groaned. I bobbed up and down on him, and our excitement built. He exploded. Then, with his cock still in me, I had a violent orgasm that made me forget the frustrating nights with Merle and his limp noodle.

  Merle still has his case of limber dick, but his tongue tides me over between sessions with my avid young cocksmith. Now, in addition to mowing the lawn, Teddy comes by many nights when my husband’s truck is gone. He seems to enjoy burying his big bone in my pussy as much as I enjoy having him do it.—T.H., Salem, Massachusetts

  WHEN IT COMES TO LEARNING THE JOYS OF SEX, WE AGREE, IT’S BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

  My parents, who immigrated to Canada from Denmark in the late sixties, when I was fourteen, were very religious. Sex was never discussed in our house. It was just assumed to be sinful outside marriage. Anything I learned about it I learned from my friends in school.

  I was married at nineteen. Of course I was a virgin. Carl was also a Danish immigrant, also from a very religious family, and very religious himself. I had two children in the first two years of marriage, then settled into a housewifely routine, with church every Sunday and sex every Friday night—missionary-style, of course.

  Although I did kind of enjoy those quick fucks, I suspected there was more to sex than having Carl crawl on top of me every Friday for ten minutes. But I didn’t know how to find out what real sex was.

  By the time my children were out of the house, both living thousands of miles away, I decided to visit my cousins in Denmark, whom I hadn’t seen in more than twenty-five years. Because of work Carl couldn’t accompany me. So this was my first vacation without him.

  In Copenhagen I stayed with my cousin Anne, who was also in her early forties and was also married to a religious man. Just like Carl, Victor read the Bible after dinner every evening. I could tell from comments Anne made while he was at work that she didn’t share his religious views.

  Early one afternoon Anne and I went shopping. We walked past strip bars, which intrigued me. Anne asked if I would like to go in one. Tentatively, I said yes.

  In the dimly lit bar, the smell of pot wafted in the air. Onstage was a beautiful tall naked blonde with magnificent breasts, sucking on the hard cock of an equally beautiful man. His head was thrown back, and his eyes were closed. He was obviously enjoying what she was doing.

  I had never seen or engaged in oral sex, and I was mesmerized by the stage show. I looked around and saw several couples kissing and fondling. Several women were jacking their partners off. The scene, onstage and off, had me as hot as I’d ever been.

  Anne noticed my reaction and said softly, “Would you like to get fucked?”

  I was shocked. My whole life I’d been told how wrong adultery was. But I was so unbelievably hot! I stared at Anne and finally nodded.

  “Good,” she said. “I was hoping you would say that.” She nodded to a couple of young men about twenty years old sitting at a table near us. Apparently she knew them. (I found out later she had been fucking them for about a year.) The four of us went to the fellows’ apartment, about a block away. There we paired off, and I found out just how much pleasure fucking can be.

  My young Adonis, Erik, taught me how to suck cock while getting my cunt eaten. He fucked me in ways I didn’t know existed. In three hours of pure animal pleasure, we tried more sexual positions and experienced more pleasure than I had ever imagined.

  In my three weeks in Denmark, I spent at least six more afternoons fucking and sucking with abandon. Once when Anne didn’t feel well, I went by myself and fucked both guys for three hours. Once I had one in my cunt and one in my ass at the same time. It was the most wicked, depraved day of my life, and I loved it.

  Alas, the time came to leave. But I returned home a changed lady. In the years since, I’ve fucked a number of younger men I met taking night courses at college. I love young cock. I do still let Carl climb on me Friday nights. But now I spend that ten-minute fuck dreaming of my next young cock.

  I may have been liberated late in life, but I say, “Better late than never!”—G.N., Montreal, Quebec

  HE WONDERED IF SHE KNEW HE WAS WATCHING HER. THEN ONE DAY SHE LET HIM KNOW

  My wife and I moved to Miami when I got a new job. On the day we moved into our new house, we noticed our next-door neighbor, an attractive woman in her thirties, playing outside with her five-year-old son. They were having a water fight. The weather was muggy
and humid, and the woman’s white shirt was plastered against her body, her nipples showing plainly through the material. Obviously, my wife wasn’t too pleased, but I became instantly turned on. The woman must have noticed me staring, for she smiled and said, “Oops, I guess I shouldn’t be wearing this.” Then she went inside.

  I couldn’t get the image of that woman out of my mind, and as the days went on I found out that her name was Tara. She was five feet seven, with long blonde hair, nice breasts and a great body. I got into the habit, when leaving for work in the morning, of glancing into the kitchen window of the house next door, to see if I could see her. Usually I couldn’t.

  Then one morning, as I got into my car, I looked up at the window and saw her walking around. She was wearing just a bra and panties. I sat there and stared at her through the window, hoping she wouldn’t see me watching her. My cock got very hard and I wanted to jerk off right there, but I stopped myself. Eventually Tara disappeared, and I left for work.

  In the weeks that followed I looked for her every day, but she didn’t appear. Then about two months later, I again got in my car and looked up at the window. This time she was there, in a black satin teddy. I stared at her, my cock getting instantly hard. She looked out the window in my direction, and I wondered if she could see me, but I wasn’t sure. Then she stepped back and let her hands roam over her succulent body, closing her eyes as she methodically caressed herself. I took my cock out, ready to masturbate, but at that moment she left the window and moved out of sight. Very frustrated, I left for work.

  A week after that, as I got in my car, there she was again, in the same outfit. This time, after caressing her body, she pulled the teddy open and bared her breasts, then licked her fingers and pinched her nipples, making them hard. God, I was in heaven! I brought my cock out and began to stroke it, watching this beautiful woman play with her breasts. And then, just like that, she left and didn’t return. You can imagine my frustration. But now I had a pretty good idea that Tara knew what she was doing.

  One week later she was there again. But this time she motioned for me to come to the door. I got out of my car and walked around to the front of her house, my heart beating rapidly. Tara opened the door. “Larry,” she breathed, “I have wanted you for a long time. Come in.”

  I smiled as I walked in, and Tara shut the door behind me. She turned to me and we kissed deeply, our tongues wrapping around each other as our bodies pressed together. My cock was hard, and Tara’s nipples were too, as we moaned and kissed. I pulled away, staring into her deep gray eyes. “Larry,” she panted, “I have wanted to suck your cock and have you fuck me for so long. I’ve been teasing you, but now I’m going to please you.”

  I couldn’t believe my ears, but if this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up. We went into her bedroom, and Tara took off my shirt and pants, kissing my neck as she did. “Yes, Larry, oh god, I want you,” she moaned. I sat on the edge of the bed and she slid my boxer briefs off, exposing my thick seven-inch cock. She looked up at me, smiling. “Your cock looks so nice, Larry.” She wrapped a hand around it, stroking it slowly. “I’m jealous of your wife,” she said, and with that she licked the entire length of my cock, while still staring at me. I could only watch as that warm mouth engulfed my rock-hard pole. She moaned as she sucked me, keeping one hand around my shaft. Up and down went her mouth, and I thought I was going to come, but then she stopped just long enough to stand up and let her teddy slide off her body. I caught my breath as her full nakedness was revealed. Then she was down on her knees again, saying, “Now, Larry, I need to taste your come in my mouth!” Spreading her legs, she took me in her mouth again, while fingering her pussy. She looked incredible, on her knees, her legs spread apart, her firm breasts and hard nipples right there for me to see. She was an animal, and I loved it.

  I started talking to her. “Yes, Tara, that’s it, suck my cock, honey. I love to have my dick in your mouth!” She moaned as I talked to her. “Wrap those hot lips around my cock, Tara, suck me hard!” Moaning and slurping, Tara bobbed her head up and down over my pole. Those hot lips and that warm mouth were just incredible.

  She pulled back for a moment, still stroking my cock. “Larry, I want you to come on my face and tits as I suck you. Please, Larry, I need your come!” With that, she sucked the head of my cock, jerking my shaft up and down. “Yes, Larry, come for me. Please.”

  I was in heaven. “Oh god, Tara, yes . . . jerk me off, honey—ooohhhhh!” She knew I was close, and she licked the head of my dick with that expert tongue of hers, her hand stroking my shaft. In a minute I let out a loud groan and shot load after load onto Tara’s face and tits. She jerked me up and down, smiling and moaning with each load of come that came forth, taking it all on her tits and her lovely face. Then she sucked me dry.

  I lay back on her bed, exhausted. Tara got up and smiled down at me, rubbing my come into her tits. “Larry, that was wonderful,” she said breathlessly. “Now you can rest for a little while, and then you can fuck me.”

  Needless to say, I skipped work that day. But Tara moved away soon after that, and I never saw her again. Our new neighbors are a nice quiet retired couple, both in their eighties. Oh, well . . .—L.B., Miami, Florida

  IT WAS COLD IN THE SNOWY MOUNTAINS, BUT HIS FRIEND’S WIFE’S BED WAS WARM

  Last winter my wife Angela and I took our kids up to the mountain cottage of our friends Walt and Lois for some snow tubing. Lois was already there with her kids, and Walt was scheduled to join us later in the week.

  We spent most of the first day going up and down the mountain in the big tube, then went back to the cottage, where the women made dinner. Both Angela and Connie are in their mid-thirties, but while my wife is five feet seven, with long dark hair, long legs and nice 36C tits, Connie is only about five feet four, with short hair, 34C tits and a cute little ass that I’d always had an eye on.

  After dinner the ladies got the children bathed and into bed for the night. While Angela was still upstairs putting our youngest one to bed, Connie and I sat downstairs on the couch, watching TV. The two of us had often flirted harmlessly in the past, and now we found ourselves sympathizing with each other about how difficult it was to find some quiet time with our respective spouses in which to enjoy some intimate, unhurried sex play. As the conversation went on I really began to check Connie out. She was wearing a tight-fitting turtleneck, which nicely accentuated her pert tits. When she started telling me about how she and Walt had finally found time for some hot sex on his birthday, I began to feel my cock stirring and my blood filling with lust, and somehow I think Connie sensed it too.

  I decided that I’d better go take a shower, and then go off to bed. I got up and headed for the bathroom, and as I did so I heard Connie say she would get me a towel. I went into the bathroom and started the water, stripped down and got into the shower. While I was soaping myself up I heard the door open, and then, to my astonishment, I saw the shower curtain being pulled back, and there, standing in front of me, was Connie, sizing up my naked form. Before I could move she had stepped into the shower, still fully clothed.

  Moving behind me, she took the soap from my hand and began to wash my back gently. It felt really good, but the feeling of my cock growing to rock-like solidity felt even better. When she finished my back, Connie moved her hands down and started to soap my ass, slipping one hand between my ass cheeks. I let out a groan when she slipped a soapy finger into my asshole. With her other hand she reached around and began to stroke my fully erect cock and massage my balls, until I felt as though I was going to burst.

  I turned around then, and Connie stared up into my eyes, not saying a word as she continued to caress my loins. I saw that her top had gotten soaked from the shower spray, and her tits seemed to jut out even further now, her nipples standing up like little erect cocks. Finally she spoke, saying, “Let’s go into the bedroom.”

  I got out of the shower and quickly dried off, then walked with her across the hallway into the bedroom
she usually shared with her husband. I stood frozen and naked as I watched her slowly remove each soggy and dripping piece of clothing. Connie’s body was as hot and tight as I had expected. Her tits were not huge, but very firm, topped off with two thick nipples, and her pussy was neatly cropped. I bent down and took her right nipple into my mouth and tenderly sucked on it, while cupping her other breast. Then I switched over to the left nipple, reaching behind her to grab that ass that I had so often dreamed about. The reality was even better than my fantasy.

  Connie pushed me down on the bed, then crouched beside me. Gripping my cock once again, she began to kiss the head and then lick slowly up and down the shaft, finally taking my entire cock in her mouth. For some reason I had always thought that Connie was not the kind of girl who would suck dick, but boy, did she prove me wrong!

  I grabbed the back of her head as she continued to suck on my cock until she heard me begin to moan. Then she took her mouth from my pole and straddled me. She positioned the head of my dick at the opening of her dripping pussy and took me deep inside. As my full length sank into her I heard her sigh, and she started riding my pole up and down with a slow rhythmic movement. I could not believe this was happening to me, but I had to believe in the feeling of her pussy clenching my dick as she moved up and down, grinding her clit against me. I began to match her movements, and soon we were moving harder and faster. After a few moments she began to moan and come, while I continued to piston in and out of her wet box. When she had her second orgasm I felt my cock swell and my balls tighten up, and I began to pump my come deep into her pussy, causing her to climax yet again.

  After I had deposited all of my load inside her, Connie looked me in the eyes and told me she had really needed that, and that it had been wonderful. Then she asked me if I wanted to help her clean herself up, and when I said yes she slid off my cock, moved quickly up my torso and placed her freshly fucked pussy on my face. I was so happy to get the chance to eat that sweet pussy that it didn’t even bother me that I first had to lick out my own fresh come. I began to lick up and down her slit, and felt her twitch when my tongue grazed her clit. Then I began to eat her out in earnest, licking up my sperm as it slid out of her pussy, then tongue-fucking her and sucking on her clit, until Connie shuddered with her fourth orgasm of the night.