Letters to Penthouse V

by Letters to Penthouse V- The Ways of Sexual Pleasure (epub)

  Debbie brown boobs hung right over Nicole’s mouth and she did a wonderful job rubbing and licking them. Barbara stopped eating Nicole’s cunt just long enough to grab a two-headed dildo and impale herself on it. Then, with the dildo sticking out of her as if it were a penis, she slid the other end up Nicole’s gaping love-hole. They went crazy banging their boxes together, fucking that dildo as if there were no tomorrow. Each woman began to finger her own clit, and I’m sure their screams of pleasure must have been heard out in the hall. Debbie inched forward and settled her gash on Nicole’s face for some oral attention. They all orgasmed as I watched, jerking my cock to the best orgasm of my life.

  As we sat around talking afterward, Nicole told me more about her new lifestyle. She explained that she had discovered she was an exhibitionist. She also enjoyed lesbian love, but she still craved cock on a regular basis. Since the AIDS epidemic scared the hell out of her and most guys she met were losers anyhow, she had hit upon the idea of getting me back as a part-time lover and had set out to turn herself into the woman I had wanted her to be. She drinks, smokes and dresses like a slut all the time now, and she absolutely loves to show off her new tits in public. She’s addicted to giving head and swallowing come. She even keeps her pussy shaved. She claims she cannot go more than a couple of days without a hard cock in her pussy. She is desperate to have me now and will do just about anything for me. These days she lives with Barbara and Debbie in a lesbian love nest. The three of them suck and fuck each other every weekend.

  Nicole and I see each other two or three times a week now. I have fucked and eaten both Barbara and Debbie while Nicole watched and talked dirty to me, egging me on. Two black male friends of mine recently joined us for an evening, and Nicole took them both on at once while I watched. Glenn fucked her doggie-style while she sucked Troy off, then they switched places.

  Because my job requires many business meetings and out-of-town trips, my wife has no idea that anything is going on. The new, improved Nicole is now thirty-six, and I am thirty-nine. Things are so perfect that I hope it goes on forever. If Terri should ever find out, I’ve already decided what I’ll do. I’ll tell her she can either join us or hit the road! It would be excellent to have the five of us living together.

  Now Nicole wants me to take her on a trip to Europe so she can shop for sex items we can’t get here in the States. She also wants to live out a fantasy of selling herself as a whore in Amsterdam, then having me eat the John’s come out of her pussy.

  How can you beat this kind of life? Never again will I doubt any of the things I read in your magazine. After my experience with Nicole, I know that absolutely anything is possible.—C.S., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

  NEPALESE NATIVE RAPIDLY ADJUSTS TO LOVE AMERICAN STYLE

  I am twenty-seven years old and five feet six inches tall. I have dark hair and brown eyes. Most people mistake me for a Mexican or an Indian, but I am actually from a small Himalayan country called Nepal, which is located between China and India.

  Nepal is sometimes called the Roof of the World, because of its tall Himalayan mountains. Although Nepal draws a melting pot of tourists from all the over the world, it is considered a third-world country and its people are very poor.

  Regardless of the poverty, the mountain range that surrounds the valley is as beautiful as the morning sun. The snow-covered mountains look like silver at sunrise and gold at sunset. Beneath the magnificent snowy mountains lie foothills with endless varieties of wildflowers. The mountains, the foothills and the valley combine to make this place resemble paradise.

  I worked as a tour guide in Nepal. My responsibilities included taking tourists to various historic sites as well as guiding them on expeditions into the mountains. Most of my clients were Americans.

  It never occurred to me that some day I would end up in the United States. One day a tourist, who was the dean of a college in the States, asked me if I wanted to go to school there. Never being one to pass up an opportunity, I was quick to respond that I would love to. A few months later I was on a plane for the first time in my life, heading toward my dreamland—America.

  I have been living here ever since. After I graduated from college, I got a job as a computer specialist at a nearby university. I thoroughly enjoy my new life in the United States.

  Ever since I started to work at the university, I’ve had a burning desire to make passionate love to this blonde who works in the same department as I do. Her name is Jennifer. She is thirty two years old and had recently been divorced. She is a little taller than I am, and she has the prettiest legs in the world. I especially love seeing her in a miniskirt. Just looking at her long, shapely legs turns me on, and I always wonder about that secret spot where her legs meet.

  For many months I dreamed of making love with her, but things were not looking too good for me. I asked her out a few times, but for some reason she always turned me down. I never thought I’d have the opportunity to bed her. I always made it a point to smile at her, and she always smiled back, but I wanted more than a smile. I never would have guessed that, deep down inside, she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

  Recently, on a Friday afternoon as I was passing by her office, I noticed she was staring at me intently, a curious look in her eyes. I stopped and chatted with her for a few minutes. As I was about to leave her office, she softly whispered that I should call her on Saturday afternoon. I was shocked. I could hardly believe my good fortune. The woman I had been lusting over for months actually wanted me to call her!

  Little did I know, but she later admitted to me that she had had an extremely erotic dream about me the previous night. She’d dreamed of me grazing at her pussy and sucking on her perfect, round breasts. Completely unaware that I had been the subject of one of her dreams, I called her on Saturday and invited her over to my place for dinner. She was quick to accept, so I told her to come by around seven that evening.

  I spent the afternoon shopping and preparing specialties from my homeland. Everything was ready when she arrived, and she was very impressed by the fact that I had gone to such trouble to prepare a nice meal for her. We drank a few beers and decided to watch the movie Basic Instinct while eating dinner.

  At eleven o’clock the movie ended. I asked her if she was interested in shooting a game of pool. She liked the idea, so we headed down to the basement where my pool table was.

  I didn’t expect anything to happen, but as the night progressed it became more and more evident that lust was in the air. After a game of eight ball, which I won, Jennifer suggested we play strip pool, adding that the rules were similar to strip poker. Whoever lost a game had to take off one item of clothing. The catch was that the winner would decide which item came off. That sounded fine to me.

  As the play progressed, it soon became quite obvious that Jennifer was a real pool shark. I lost four games in a row and was down to my underpants. I finally won a game and requested that she take off her shorts. Her million-dollar legs were perfect. They were firm, well-toned and could practically make a man come on the spot.

  We talked a lot as we played, and she told me a number of things that really surprised me. She admitted that she had not had sex for almost a year. She also mentioned that her ex-husband only made love to her every few months, if she was lucky. I could understand the sexual frustration she must have been experiencing. It had been almost six months since I’d last had sex, so I could certainly empathize with her situation. She told me that their sexual frequency—or infrequency—was the main reason she’d gotten a divorce.

  As I leaned against the pool table to make a shot, she gently massaged my back with her soft hands and thanked me for listening to her problems. When her firm, tight legs pressed against mine, I felt a shiver run up my spine, giving me goose bumps. I slowly turned around and saw that her lips were only inches from mine. I could see the desire in her eyes. Gently she made the first move. She leaned over, kissed me on my cheek and gave me a big hug. I knew that I wanted to make slow, pa
ssionate love to her, and I sensed that she wanted the same. I didn’t think that either of us was willing to settle for a quickie. I had a feeling that she wanted to feel every inch of me in her.

  I was beginning to feel a little nervous about the situation. At the same time, though, I was loving it. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I kept thinking to myself that I couldn’t make love to someone whom I barely knew, but my cock was telling me otherwise. I tried hard to control myself and concentrate on the game.

  A few minutes later she kissed me again to thank me for inviting her over for dinner. This time she kissed me right on the lips. The moment just seemed right. I couldn’t control myself as her tongue met mine. We both began to moan as I laid her down on the carpet next to the pool table. While I sucked on her nipples, causing them to protrude out at least half an inch, she revealed the details of the erotic dream she’d had about me.

  I gently caressed one breast with my hand while sucking the other into my mouth. At the same time I slowly let my other hand creep inside her panties. I felt her quiver and moan with pleasure as I touched her sensitive spot. “I can’t take this teasing anymore,” she said. “Please give me your cock.”

  I was still trying to control myself. I probably would have been content to just have oral sex that night. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to end our very first date with sex. I guess I’m just old-fashioned. However, the temptation was so strong that I couldn’t refuse her. I knew that she was more than ready for sex.

  As we lay on the floor, playing with each other, I eased my face toward her. I ever so gently ran my tongue all over her body, trying to build up the anticipation. “Oh, yeah, baby!” was all I heard. I kept working my tongue toward her crotch. I moved her panties aside so that I would have access to her pussy. She cried out loudly as my tongue met her sensitive vagina, which was about to explode. I kept teasing and teasing her until I couldn’t control myself any longer. Hearing her moans of pleasure made my penis harder than it had ever been. Finally I suggested that we go to my bedroom, where we’d be more comfortable.

  Once we were situated on the bed, she took my underpants off and started to suck my hard penis. I asked her to get into a 69 position. I was close to shooting a load, and her juices were copiously flowing into my mouth. We both felt a need to let ourselves go.

  Repositioning ourselves, I lifted up her legs and put them over my shoulders as she eased my prick into her vagina. It truly was the best and most sensual lovemaking session I have ever experienced. Even though she was older than I, her body was in great shape. Her pussy felt very tight as it engulfed my cock, and we had an excellent fuck.

  We have agreed to see each other at least once a week so that we can relieve our sexual urges. I would like to start a serious relationship with her, but I don’t quite know what she wants from me yet. Nevertheless, my fantasy surely came true, and our first encounter will always be a memorable night for me.—Name and address withheld

  COWORKERS GIVE HIM A VERY WARM WELCOME ON HIS FIRST DAY AT THE JOB

  I’m a young woman who recently gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Although I don’t usually read Penthouse Letters myself, it’s one of my husband’s favorite magazines. So I’d like to dedicate this special letter to my husband Larry. He often masturbates while reading the letters and looking at the pictures, and I know he’d get a real kick out of seeing this in print.

  Larry has a slim build and mischievous, sparkling brown eyes. His hair is black, and he wears it feathered back. His ass is skinny and his chest is hairless. Besides being really handsome, he’s also an all-around great guy.

  Recently Larry applied for a job at a magazine distributor. The secretary at the front desk gave him a big smile when he arrived for his interview. He was dressed all in black, and he looked really sexy. She pointedly looked him up and down, and, he told me his face turned red from embarrassment. The boss hired him on the spot after only a brief interview and told him he could start immediately.

  As it turned out, Larry is one of only a few male employees. The women who work there are all young, attractive and unmarried. Evidently these women viewed Larry as a new challenge and began to flirt outrageously with him, vying for his attention. We’ve always enjoyed an open marriage, so I didn’t have any objections to him having a little fun at work. Occasionally I get a little jealous, but it always excites me to know that other women find my husband attractive.

  A woman named Dawn was the first sassy slut to directly approach Larry. She is thirty-five years old and seems to be constantly in heat. Larry says she’s always complaining that she’s tired. Just before the morning coffee break, she told Larry her department was a little behind schedule, and asked if he would help her out. She said she needed help stacking pallets. He felt sorry for her because she looked so tired, so he said he’d help her while he was on break. She told him to meet her in the warehouse.

  The warehouse seemed deserted when Larry walked in, but he found Dawn out of sight in a back corner. With a sigh of exhaustion she carelessly threw a sweater onto one of the pallets and lay down on it with her legs sprawled open. Larry later admitted to me that he thoroughly enjoyed the sight. She asked him to give her legs a massage, but he was afraid to get too close. He knew he had a huge hard-on and he didn’t want it to get worse.

  She shimmied around, causing her breasts to fall out of her skimpy top. This temptation was more than he could resist. Throwing caution to the wind, he threw himself on top of her and slowly massaged her tits. Her nipples were rock-hard as he sucked on them. She sighed heavily and thrust her crotch upward to make contact with his huge bulge. Taking the hint, he pulled down her skintight jeans and fucked her. After they both exploded in orgasm, they went back to work. Larry said he could hardly believe what had happened.

  Amazingly, Dawn wasn’t the only coworker to show Larry the ropes on his first day. Later that day he met another attractive coworker named Megan. Megan is a beauty, with long, raven-black hair, a pale complexion and ruby-red lips. She was wearing a skimpy red miniskirt and a satin bustier. She was tall and very nice-looking. Her ass was a little plumper than Dawn’s, and she had breasts that rounded into bulging softballs. As she passed him in the hall, she winked and suggestively licked her lips. Larry had a hard time paying attention to his work after that. He finally arranged to meet her in the lunch room for a late lunch date.

  When he walked in, she locked the door behind him. She ran her hands up and down his slender body, finally stopping at his bulging crotch. She knelt down and slowly unbuttoned his tight jeans. When she discovered he was wearing a pair of cutoff sweatpants underneath his jeans, she giggled and said, “You’ll be sure to work up a sweat now.” She quickly pulled them down and sucked his cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked until his cock was purple and very hard. Then she stood up and bent over in front of him. Wiry black hair covered her muff, which smelled sweet, like cherry pie. He fingered her until she begged him to fuck her from behind. He slid into her doggie-style and pounded her until she couldn’t take any more. Then he licked up her flowing pussy juices for dessert.

  The final surprise of Larry’s first day at work came when it was time for the afternoon break. He met another coworker named Nancy, who works in the returns department. She’s a woman in her forties who’d never been married. Like the rest of her female coworkers, she loves to flirt with men. This rather top-heavy lady wore a low-cut blouse that displayed her merchandise each and every time she bent over. Larry could tell by the look in her eyes that she was attracted to him.

  She told him that she was a nymphomaniac who needed a lot of sex. Larry said he was game if she was. Of course she was—that’s what being a nymphomaniac is all about. When no one was looking, she leaned over and kissed him passionately. She whispered to him that she hadn’t had sex in a long time (actually, just a couple of days) and that she really needed it badly. She added that her cunt was already dripping. They arranged to meet after work. She told him she wanted all the
semen he had left.

  They met at her car in the parking lot after everyone else had gone home. She had changed to a tight, black, low-cut dress. With it she wore sexy black stockings that had sparkly gems running up the sides, and purple pumps. She really looked hot. Larry admitted his eyes and dick bulged out at the same time.

  After a bit of foreplay, he finally thrust his dick into her pussy. While he fucked her, he tweaked her nipples, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. He humped her hard and fast, and was soon on the brink of shooting a hot wad of sperm into her. He kept from coming as long as he could, but finally couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer. He exploded wildly into her hot, clenching pussy.

  She panted madly for more. “Screw my tits, my pussy, my mouth,” she said. “Oh, please, Larry, do it to me again.”

  But as he put on his jeans he said, “Sorry, I have go to home now and take care of my beautiful wife. She’ll be pissed off if I don’t save some for her. I know she’ll greet me with open arms, a glass of wine and a gourmet dinner.”

  He came home that night with a dozen red roses for me. He told me all about his incredible day, being sure to elaborate on all the juicy details. He knew it would turn me on. Later that night we made wild, passionate love. And on Friday, when he received his first paycheck, he brought me home a beautiful gold ring. So please dedicate this letter to my husband. He’s a wonderful man, and I love him. As long as he comes home to me, I don’t mind if he has his little fun.—J.W., Albuquerque, New Mexico

  MIDNIGHT BEAUTY BLOWS AND GOES—A TALE TOLD WITH DISPATCH