by Letters to Penthouse VII- Celebrate the Rites of Pleasure (epub)
He tenderly stroked my thighs before kissing down my abdomen. When he reached my pussy he lapped up my sweet come. Never before had I come so hard. I could feel my orgasm from my head to my toes. Before I could catch my breath he stood up and slid his penis into my still-quivering cunt. He didn't move at first, delighting in the pulsating aftershocks. Deep within me he touched places that had never been touched before. It was as though I hadn't just come a few minutes before. A deep new chord was struck as that beautifully curved cock stroked me like a glowing rod of metal. It was so primal, yet so natural and powerful. Every other sexual encounter I'd ever had paled in comparison. Animal noises escaped my lips as I began to meet his thrusts. Each seemed harder and deeper than the last. I was transported to another state of being, transfigured into a wholly sexual creature. Gyrating his hips, he moaned, “Come with me, baby,” and together we crested the wave, sliding down into the trough of orgasm. Quivering and moaning, he held me tightly in his arms. I wanted to stay there forever, safe and warm. Words of endearment poured from my lips as I tenderly kissed his earlobe. I would have never believed one could fall in love so instantly and intensely had it not happened to me.—R.E., Amherst, Massachusetts
MIKE LOOK-ALIKE SCORES BIG WITH FOXY FEMALE GUARD
I would like to share a wonderful sexual experience with the horny readers of Penthouse Letters. I am an incarcerated twenty-eight-year-old African-American, five feet seven and one hundred and eighty pounds of muscularity. About six months ago a female guard named Joan began making sexual advances toward me, probably because I'm so pretty. You see, I look for all the world like Michael Jordan. I had not been sexually active for quite a while and it really turned me on to hear her talking about licking me from head to toe. Our steamy conversations always led to me jerking off afterward.
Now let me tell you about this female guard. Joan is a forty-eight-year-old white woman, five feet tall, with amazing 40-27-38 measurements. She had just recently started working the night shift. One night around one o'clock, just as I was beginning to jerk off, Joan was making her rounds and caught me in the act of furiously stroking my dick. She just stood there in front of the bars with her eyes glued on my dick. I poked it out through the bars and, without a word, Joan dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. She cupped my hairy nuts tenderly in her hand and started licking and sucking my dick like I had never experienced, After about five minutes Joan slipped a rubber band down around the base of my dick as a makeshift cock-ring to prolong our pleasure. Then she continued working on me with her mouth for at least another twenty minutes. Finally she slipped the rubber band off. After just a few more sucks I started squirting warm come into her mouth and throat. She managed to swallow every drop, and I figured we were done for the night. But it was only the beginning.
Joan continued making her rounds, and nearly an hour later she returned and quietly unlocked my cell door. My sweet love guard came in and lay on the bed. She was wearing a skirt uniform and I had her spread her legs. I pulled up the skirt and was surprised to see she had no panties on. Joan mentioned that she had removed her panties and bra just for me. Then she unbuttoned her shirt and two gorgeous mounds of white flesh appeared. I grasped a tit in each hand and, while kneading them, started licking her neatly trimmed blonde-haired pussy. The sensation of my tongue darting in and out of Joan's tight hole, slipping up between the fleshy folds over her erect clit, had her squirming and biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud. She began to push my head farther down, rocking furiously and enjoying the sensation of her pussy rubbing on my bald head. I lifted up, inserted two fingers into her tight pussy and, with the aid of my tongue, made Joan have four orgasms in about fifteen minutes.
Joan had had enough oral sex and wanted to feel my dick in her. I started rubbing my throbbing cockhead up and down between her wet, warm, soft, pink pussy lips. This caused moans of pleasure to rumble deep in her throat. I slowly pushed forward. The lips parted and my dickhead slipped in. Joan's hole was really tight. I slowly inched in until I felt the head of my dick touching the back of her pussy. Then I started pistoning slowly in and out, withdrawing until just the head was inside and then shoving it all the way in again. It took a few minutes for her pussy muscles to relax around my dick.
Joan wrapped her legs around me and we started gyrating our pelvises in rhythmic fury as our tongues played a game of hide-and-seek in each other's mouth. Within five minutes her body started spasming uncontrollably as orgasmic bliss took her to heaven. This triggered my climax and I flooded her pussy with warm come. I slipped my softening dick out of her with a slurp; Joan licked it clean of our love-juice mixture, wiped her oozing pussy with one of my washcloths, locked my cell and walked away with a satisfied smile.—R.J., Memphis, Tennessee
WHAT WILL THE JONESES SAY TO A NAKED NEIGHBOR? COME ON IN!
I had just stepped out on the porch of my apartment building, trying not to spill any more coffee, when I heard the voice: “Hello!”
I looked around. “Hello!” I heard again. I stepped to the edge of the concrete.
“This is Patsy, your upstairs neighbor.” I looked up, but I still couldn't see her. “Don't look,” she said, sounding alarmed. “I've locked myself out.” Our apartments have self-locking doors, which can be tricky if you're not used to them.
“I have some bad news for you,” I said. “The office doesn't open until noon on Sunday. Sorry.” I took a sip of coffee. It was cooling down.
“Well, I can't stay here until noon. I'm not wearing anything.” She had moved in earlier that week, and I had seen her a few times. She was a cute, small woman with long, dark hair. I stepped out onto the sidewalk and looked up. She was standing by her window, trying to cover her tits and her bush. “Don't look!” she screamed.
“Sorry, I couldn't resist,” I admitted. “I have something you could wear. Come on.” I stepped back into the apartment and grabbed a towel. When I turned around I saw her standing in my living room, still covering as much of herself as possible. I was very aroused by then. I handed her the towel.
“Is that it? This is what you have for me to wear?” Patsy asked, incredulous. She took the towel with the arm that was covering her tits. They were full and stood very firm, with light-colored nipples. I caught just a glimpse of them, but it was enough. She stood there, the towel covering her body from her nipples to just below the junction of her thighs. “I can't sit down,” Patsy said, less embarrassed than she had been.
I had an amusing idea. “Here,” I said, unbuttoning my shorts and dropping them, showing her my hard, firm cock. “Now we're even.” She was very surprised by my actions, but I could see the smile on her lips as she checked me out.
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked.
“Men are never shy about their bodies,” Patsy said, laughing. I laughed with her. “I've known you for five minutes and here you are, already standing in front of me practically naked.”
“You must have that effect on men, although I do tend to walk around in my apartment naked most of the time,” I said. I sat down in a blue armchair, my erection still hard. “Sit down, get comfortable. We have four hours before the office opens,” I reminded her.
“Do you mind if I take a shower?” Patsy asked.
She walked over to me, tempting me with her body. She stopped when she had straddled my right leg. I leaned forward and slid my hands up her legs, cupping her ass. Her towel dropped. Her pussy was wet, with just a fringe of hair. I pulled her to me, letting my tongue trace the delicate folds of her cunt. She was hot and tasted sweet. She moaned. “Whatever shall we do for four hours?” she joked. I felt the hair of her bush. I moved my hands back and forth between her ass and her pussy. My finger circled her heat and I slowly probed her opening, careful to take my time. I licked her clit, enjoying the sounds she made. She humped my mouth and hand. When she came, I felt her body shudder.
She curled up on top of me. I kept one hand on her ass-cheeks, delighting in the curves and fi
rmness of her flesh. My other hand played with her nipples, stimulating them. We kissed, our tongues dueling. I kissed her face, nibbled on her earlobes and took playful bites of her neck. She played with my nipples. Her small hand stroked me. I had gone soft, but her actions made me strong again. She moved down my body, placing lingering kisses on my most sensitive places. Her hands cupped my balls as she poised her mouth over the tip of my cock. I leaned back as I felt the wetness of her tongue mingle with the pre-come. I felt her nipples grazing my legs. She was very good, and soon I felt the familiar rising of my body. She stopped and kissed me, saying, “I don't want to waste this.” She mounted me, guiding me into her with her hand. She was tight, and I felt her muscles grip me. I rested my hands on her hips as I moved into her. She undulated her hips, bringing me in still farther. I gripped her ass, fingering her asshole. She arched her back, delivering her nipples to me. My mouth was dry as I tried to cover them with saliva, then sucked them into my mouth. Her hands were in my hair. We kissed, sharing the hot breath of sex. I came, my fingers on her nipples. She moaned as I grunted. She rested her head on my shoulder. “Is there more?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Good, we have so much time to waste.”
“And all I wanted was some morning coffee on my porch.”
“This was a better idea,” she pointed out.
“I can't argue with that.” We kissed some more, leisurely touching each other. “You know, I do have a bed,” I offered.
“You do?” She smiled as she kissed me. “What about that shower?”
“I always shower after I get out of bed.”
“That's a wise policy.”
“Thank you.”
“Let's try something different. Let's shower and then go to bed.”
“That will only confuse me.” My tongue was tracing lazy circles on her neck.
“A little confusion is good in life.” She stood up slowly, holding out her hands. “Come on. I feel sweaty.” I gave her my hands and she pulled me out of the chair. We hugged standing up, although she barely came up to my neck. I bent my head down to kiss her. She fondled my balls. “You like sex, don't you?”
“Actually I hate it. I'm just doing this to be polite to company,” I wisecracked.
“Your company is impressed.” She turned and I followed her cute ass into my bathroom. We took a shower and spent the day fucking and sucking.—F.S., Dayton, Ohio
HE OFFERS A HELPING HAND TO A WOMAN WHO WAS HELPING HERSELF
I was staying with Jim, an old Army buddy, and his wife Lynn, while attending a training course for the company I was working for. Jim was unexpectedly called away on business, leaving me alone with Lynn.
My wife and I had known Jim and Lynn for years, so none of us really thought twice about the two of us being alone together.
Late one night after turning off the TV and heading for bed, I passed Lynn's room. The door was open a crack and I heard moaning. I peeked inside. She had a night-light on and I could see clearly inside the room.
Lynn was lying on the bed with nothing on. She had a vibrator in one hand and was thrusting it in and out of her cunt, digging her fingertips into her breasts and pulling on her nipples with the other hand. Her motions were a blur as she stroked her tits and fucked her box.
Compelled by a feeling of boldness I'd never felt before, I walked into the room and immediately got on the bed. I ran my hands along her body and took the vibrator from her hand. I grasped her legs and opened them, leaving her thighs and cunt exposed to my gaze.
Lynn's hips arched toward my hand as I parted her legs, and I made contact with the juicy flesh of her cunt. Parting her puffy, wet lips, I inserted my fingers between the folds.
Until then Lynn had been in a little bit of a daze, but her eyes flew open when she realized that someone was finger-fucking her and in a shaky voice she whispered, “Oh my God, what are we doing?”
I removed my fingers from her cunt and moved up alongside her, gently kissing her, trying to reassure her. She was as turned on as I was, and moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss, our lips and tongues sucking and licking.
Satisfied that she was as into this as I was, I slid back down the bed to her cunt. She writhed in ecstasy as I once again crammed my fingers into her and began to rove around the fleshy folds.
I shifted my attention to her clit, pulling and rubbing faster and faster until she climaxed. I pulled my fingers out of her, and she gave a short mew of protest. I slid my knees beneath her buttocks and placed my shaft at her open pussy lips.
She lurched with excitement as I approached her cunt. Wanting to take some time, I thrust just the head of my cock inside her, until I could feel the walls of her cunt gripping at my hot flesh, her muscles tightening and holding fast.
I knew she wanted it all, but I withdrew a little, teasing her with just the tip of my cock. Lynn was jerking her ass up and down, trying to take the whole thing in. I grabbed her legs and pushed them to her chest. She responded with a surge of powerful thrusts that sent my cock so deep into her soft opening that I repeatedly touched her cervix.
We pumped against one another. I released her legs and she clamped them around my waist, gripping tightly as my balls banged against her bottom. The sound of her wet, sucking cunt filled the room.
With a mutual groan we came, my come washing her cunt and leaking out the side of her pussy. Lynn just held on with her legs until she had drained the of my last drops with her cunt muscles. I rolled off her, totally exhausted, and quickly went to sleep.
I woke the next morning with Lynn's mouth on my cock. I groaned and reached to touch her brown, curly hair. I moved her face closer to my body so that my cock could go a little farther down her throat.
She raised her head, causing my dick to slip out, smiled and then ever so lightly she licked it, giving feather-light little tongue sweeps across the tip, causing me to jump and twitch as the flicks of her tongue darted over the most sensitive spots.
Her moistened lips closed around the head, and she sank her mouth down my throbbing shaft a little at a time, stopping every time I was all the way inside her, then sucking hard and pulling back to the tip before plunging down the length again.
My balls were cupped lightly in the palm of her hands and she squeezed them softly, tickling my sac.
Her mouth filled with warm spit as she began to work up and down frantically. Her head was a blur as she ate my cock. It was too much to bear and I pumped my hips up hard, lifting my buttocks off the bed and ramming my cock into her throat.
I knew I was going to come and tried to warn her, but she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and sucked on it like a vacuum cleaner, then grabbed the shaft in her hand and started to jack me off.
She pumped at what I thought was the speed of light and within seconds I could feel the juice coming up the shaft. It exploded out of the tip of my dick and blasted down her throat. She used her lips to milk me dry. Keeping her mouth wrapped around it until it had softened, Lynn licked off the last remaining drops of sperm.
Suddenly her mouth was all over mine, her tongue darting passionately around mine. I kneaded her breasts and twiddled her nipples between my fingers as she broke our kiss to let out a moan that shook her whole body.
She pulled away from me, though without letting go of my dick. As she stroked my cock a flood of obscene words and suggestions poured out of her mouth.
I could hardly believe what I was hearing, considering how quiet and ladylike Lynn had always been, but it was incredibly exciting.
She rolled on her back, spread her thighs wide and guided the head of my dick against her pussy. She was screaming for me to fuck her, to make her feel full, relieve her passion.
Since I've always believed in helping out a friend, I lifted her legs over my shoulders and rammed my dick straight into her cunt without any further thought. Her ass rose off the bed to meet my thrusts. The harder I fucked her the more she begged for it. I pounded my dick into her again
and again, yet she was begging for more. Her head was tossing from side to side as I continued to fuck her. She shrieked as she came. I pulled out of her and rolled her onto her knees, doggie-style, and gave it to her hard from the back, gripping her tits in my hands. I fucked her ruthlessly until I shot gobs of come into her, and she surprised me by coming again.
My erection peacefully wilted away. Lynn had a huge smile on her face, giving me the strong impression that she was every bit as happy as I was.—A.N., Baltimore, Maryland
LOVE ASIAN-AMERICAN STYLE: WITH ONE YOU GET ANOTHER
Thanks to your publication my wife and I enjoy a much better life. I have been reading Penthouse Letters for years, as has my wife. Reading the letters from all kinds of people of all ages has really opened up our relationship and has allowed both of us the freedom to enjoy each other more.
Recently my wife went off to visit her parents, so I was a bachelor for two weeks. We had just relocated to this area. Our house has a beautiful screened-in porch that offers us a great deal of privacy. Because of this we often opt to go naked around the house, and since we live in the South we are able to spend a great deal of the year outside on the porch in the nude.
My wife had been gone for three days. I was sitting on the porch reading the paper and drinking coffee as usual when I was surprised by my neighbor from across the street. Singh is a wealthy Korean, around thirty-five or forty years old, and has a twenty-year-old maid named Lucy. Singh is tall for an Asian woman, about five feet ten inches I'd say, and Lucy is around five foot seven. Singh is small-breasted, but her maid has tits that need to be carried around in a wagon. Anyway, there they came, Singh and Lucy, up to the porch, where I was sitting around nude. They were both giggling. Singh explained that they'd been watching Joy and me wander around naked every day for about two months, and when they realized Joy had gone away they decided to come over. Singh had on shorts and a loose blouse. Lucy was wearing a one-piece, micro-mini sundress with spaghetti straps. Without any more ado they both proceeded to strip, which seized my attention in a serious way. Singh has a small, barely noticeable patch of pubic hair. It looked like you could lick it off. Lucy's mound was shaved bald. Lucy's tits were even bigger than I had imagined, 40D's, with areolae the size of a pocket watch. Both had dark, fleshy nipples whose color contrasted with their much lighter skin coloring.