Letters to Penthouse VII

by Letters to Penthouse VII- Celebrate the Rites of Pleasure (epub)

  The rest of our vacation was an endless stream of fucking and sucking. We've already made our reservations for next year.—T.D., Wichita, Kansas

  NOT A CREATURE WAS STIRRING, EXCEPT THE NEIGHBORHOOD VOYEUR

  In my fantasy, I'm walking through my neighborhood after dark. I wander into a secluded area surrounded by tall trees. As I walk past a house, I hear moans coming from within. As I gaze through the window, I feel the beginnings of a hard-on. I spy a beautiful woman lying naked on a bed. Her eyes are glazed over as her fingers trace her nubile form. Through the cracked window, I hear her labored breathing. Her fingers explore every inch of her body, but avoid her sopping-wet slit for the time being. My cock strains to get out of my pants.

  Finally she inserts a finger into her pussy and squirms in delight as another finger manipulates her clit.

  She rolls over onto her belly, still impaling herself on her probing finger, which is now marinated with her feminine juices. I can smell her aroma through the window.

  She continues playing with herself until her body tenses up and explodes into a spectacular orgasm.

  When her orgasm subsides my angel falls asleep, pussy juice still trickling down her parted things.—E.T., San Diego, California

  WIFE BRINGS HOME THE BACON AND RUBS IT FOR HER HUBBY

  Ten years ago I married my high school sweetheart, Diana. Even at the age of thirty she looks like a young girl, and takes extreme pride in her appearance. Diana is five feet eight with endless legs and firm tits.

  Diana's body was custom-built for sex and, up until recently, I had been the only man fortunate enough to sink his dick into her luscious box. We had been faithful to each other all through high school, college and married life, but we always fantasized about how exciting it would be for Diana to let another man enjoy her favors and either let me watch, participate or hear the details afterward.

  Diana and I are both middle-class professionals, making a comfortable living, but six months ago my company went bankrupt, leaving me unemployed. I haven't been all that aggressive in my search for a new job as Diana's income sufficiently supports us.

  One afternoon I took a nap and woke up to find Diana standing above me with a serious expression on her face.

  “Honey,” she said, “I've been working my ass off these past six months while you've been relaxing. Now you're going to watch me enjoy myself.”

  I was flabbergasted when two men walked into the room wearing only their underwear. She introduced one as Karl, a slim blond man in his twenties. The other was a tall, handsome, well-built black man named Steve. Both men were business associates of hers. She told me that since both men had been making passes at her and that I wasn't making her happy, she was going to indulge herself while I watched.

  I was stunned. It was one thing to discuss it, but I never actually believed it would happen. Diana lifted her skirt, removed her silk panties and tossed them to me, grinning wickedly. The crotch of her panties was damp with excitement. My cock sprang to life in spite of my shock. Karl and Steve walked over to her and rolled her stockings off her long legs. Those were pitched at me as well. The men then removed her blouse and unhooked her bra, letting her gorgeous tits spring free. I watched in awe as each man kneaded her breasts and nipples.

  Steve began tonguing her nipples as Karl removed her skirt. Soon Karl's hands were busy caressing her pussy and ass. Diana pulled off Steve's briefs, revealing a huge penis—no exaggeration, it was nearly thirteen inches long, hard and throbbing, with a bulbous head and a massive set of balls.

  Karl had dropped to his knees behind Diana and was tonguing her pussy. I could see his long tongue snake into her wet folds.

  Diana whispered, “Baby, you decide. Do you want to watch Karl eat my pussy, or do you want to see me suck Steve's big, hard cock?”

  I was still too dumbstruck to respond. Suddenly Diana grabbed Steve's cock and slowly jerked him off as she licked the shaft. Then, opening her mouth as wide as she could, she tried to engulf the head. She took as much of his big prick into her mouth as she could (which was only a little over half of it) and slowly bobbed her head up and down. His ebony shaft glistened with saliva.

  I glanced down at Karl—he was still busy licking her snatch and nibbling on her erect clit. Diana was moaning in ecstasy when Steve announced that he was about to come. She pulled her mouth off his throbbing dick, said, “Watch closely, honey,” and milked his meat with her petite hands. Diana opened her mouth wide, just in time for his first blast of jism to shoot into her mouth. After he was finished, she gulped it all down and seductively licked her lips. She was moaning deeply, deep in the throes of an orgasm produced by Karl's tongue-lashing.

  “Honey,” Diana said, “I know you enjoyed the show, but you ain't seen nothin' yet. Now you'll get to see Steve's big, black dick sliding in and out of my cunt while I suck Karl's dick. I want you to lick my clit while I'm getting fucked.”

  Diana then knelt astride my head, her hairy pussy grazing my chin. When she leaned forward I could feel her hot breath on my cock. Karl climbed between my outstretched legs, and soon I heard the sounds of Diana licking his meat. The real show, however, was unfolding right in front of my face. Steve took his massive tool in his hand and rubbed it all around Diana's pussy. I watched in awe as his cockhead slowly penetrated her hot hole. His black shaft slipped into her cunt easily. Diana moaned loudly and said, “Enjoying the view, darling? His cock is so big. It feels so good.” My own cock was ready to burst as I listened to the wet, slurping sounds of her pussy greedily accepting his big dick.

  I started tonguing her clit as she continued sucking Karl's cock. Suddenly Diana started shaking uncontrollably, obviously in the midst of a powerful orgasm. Then Karl came, groaning loudly as he shot his load down her throat. Steve took one final plunge and came too, filling her full of jism.

  After Steve pulled out, Diana finally engulfed my aching prick. I was so hot it only took a few licks before I blasted my own load down her throat.

  When Steve and Karl left, Diana said, “I had a great time. I hope you enjoyed it.” I told her that I was proud of her and that I loved her dearly. We made love for the rest of the night and fell asleep in each other's arms. I promised her she could have them over again soon. We can hardly wait!—N.N., Kenosha, Wisconsin

  NEXT ON NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC: THE SEXUAL HABITS OF AMERICANS

  I would like to share an experience that happened nine years ago when I was living in the Midwest. I am an avid hunter and fisherman, and one day I witnessed something in the woods I'll never forget.

  It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was trudging through the woods with my rifle by my side. The neck of woods in which I was hunting is filled with valleys, trees, bushes and cliffs. I crawled onto a cliff that hung about thirty feet above the valley below. I looked down and saw a man and a woman engaged in a hot and heavy petting session. They were completely unaware of my presence on the cliff above them, and I was in a perfect position to hear and see everything they said and did.

  I quickly crouched down behind a boulder. The young woman was about twenty-five years old, and I judged the man to be about the same age. She had long black hair and a sexy body. She had a beautiful face, with high cheekbones and big, brown eyes. The man was short and stocky, with broad shoulders and a powerful build. They were lying in the grass, their rifles by their sides, kissing and petting up a storm. Her hand was on his crotch, rubbing it vigorously while his hands massaged her groin. They were shoving their tongues down each other's throat as if they were feeding each other. Suddenly the girl stopped kissing him and said, “Let's fuck.”

  The dark-haired man stood up and removed her pants and underwear, revealing her hairy black bush. He then pulled his own pants and underwear down to his ankles. I couldn't believe the size of his cock. Although it was only about six inches long, it was as thick as a beer can. I watched as he spit into his hands, then applied the saliva to his dick, taking special care to lubricate the entire shaft. He knelt down
and she spread her luscious legs as wide as she could. He eased himself inside her, and petite though she was, she seemed to accommodate him easily.

  After about ten gentle strokes, he grabbed her ass and began to pound her. He continued ramming her fiercely, and the expression on her face turned from love to lust. She eagerly arched her hips to meet every one of his thrusts.

  After only five minutes of this heavy-duty screwing she grabbed his hairy ass-cheeks and began to gasp heavily as she neared climax. The man must have sensed this, as he quickened his pace and drove into her even harder. Her whole body shuddered and then she went limp.

  Her boyfriend wasn't through yet. He continued to pound her, pulling her hips into his with each stroke. After another two or three minutes of this he announced through clenched teeth that he was coming. I watched his muscular ass-cheeks clench and unclench as he strained to drive his cock even further inside. “I'm going to fill your pussy full of come,” I heard him growl. Then he grunted, and I knew he was shooting his load into this dark-haired doll.

  He rested on top of her for a few minutes, then she tapped him on the shoulder and said that they had to get dressed before someone came along and saw them.

  As he started to get up, he ground his crotch into hers and said, “I love your pussy.” She simply smiled.

  I never saw them again, but the memory of that day is as clear in my mind as the day it happened. I'll never forget it.—N.T., Rochester, New York

  GETTING CAUGHT UNEXPECTEDLY LEADS TO UNEXPECTED REWARDS

  Last week I met Christine, a real sweetheart of a girl, at a friend's party. Every guy there had his eyes glued to her cute ass, but I was the only one who worked up the nerve to talk to her.

  Christine's eyes were big and cornflower-blue, and while we made small talk I noticed her looking me up and down, not even trying to hide her interest in the region below my belt.

  “Do you like what you see?” I asked her, hoping to catch her off guard.

  “Yes,” she answered. “Judging from what I can see from here, your cock is about eight inches long and very thick.”

  We left the party soon after that. I'm no slouch with women, but it's not often I find one who looks as fine as Christine, with a great personality and a sex drive to match.

  While driving to her house she took off her top and pressed her soft, round tits against me as I drove. “My husband's at work. We'll have the place to ourselves for hours,” she said.

  I cupped her gorgeous ass with my free hand, then ran a curious finger into her pants and felt her hot snatch, which was as moist as my cock was hard.

  When we got to her place she took me directly to the bedroom. In two seconds flat she had her clothes off, and did a couple of pirouettes around the room so I could get a good look at her.

  She had a tiny waist, which made her full breasts look even bigger. Her nipples were hard little roses begging to be touched.

  The bedroom had a floor-to-ceiling mirror that covered two walls, and I could tell she liked watching her luscious body as much as I did. Soon I had her incredible ass backed up against my big bulge as she watched me cup her tits and kiss the back of her neck in the mirror.

  “Take it out, baby. I can feel how big it is through your jeans,” she moaned as she squirmed against me.

  By this time I had her cunt in my hand, and she was so wet it was as if my fingers were fish swimming in a slippery stream. I unzipped my pants and my cock sprang free. She thrust back against me impatiently, but instead of ramming my cock inside her hot pussy I made her wait. I pushed the head of my cock between her velvety thighs, which were slick with pussy juice. She closed her legs around my rod, rocking with me as I slid forward and backward, pressing the tip of my cock against her swollen clit. Her whimpers told me how much she was getting off on riding my cock.

  In the mirror I could see the knob of my cock peeking out between her legs, and it looked as if she had a small cock of her own. “You're making me crazy,” she moaned.

  The sight of her tits swinging with the force of my strokes and her hand on my cock made me come so hard I nearly passed out.

  I quickly turned her around and began kissing her hot cunt. Suddenly we heard a car door slam. “Oh shit!” she cried. “You're going to have to hide in the closet.” Christine was so horny she was on the verge of tears, but I ran to the closet, leaving the door open a crack.

  She barely had enough time to grab a magazine off the dresser and fling herself onto the bed before her husband walked into the room.

  “Jack, what a surprise!” she exclaimed.

  “Hello there,” he said, running his eyes over his naked wife. He laughed when he saw that the magazine she was reading was Penthouse Letters. “Now I know why you're so horny when I get home.”

  Christine made a move to get up, but he gently pushed her back onto the bed. I could see the bulge in his pants from my vantage point in the closet.

  “Actually, I was just getting ready to take nap. That's why I took off my clothes,” she said. I could see her glancing nervously at the closet door.

  He knelt in front of her, gently running his hands over her hard nipples. Then he discovered the wetness between her legs. She threw another worried look my way, but when he traced her swollen lips with his finger she let out a long sigh. He began to lap at her cunt the way I had wanted to. It was clear that his tongue was driving all thoughts out of her mind except how good he was making her feel. The sounds of their lovemaking were getting to me. I stroked my cock, watching Jack go down on her.

  Suddenly she came with a small scream, bucking her hips against his face. He gently turned her over onto her stomach and, with a sigh of joy, sank his cock inside her pussy. Now they were both facing me, and I could see her nipples standing erect. I remembered how wonderful it felt to press against her round ass, and envied Jack more than I'd ever envied any man.

  I imagined that she could see me watching her from the closet, jacking my throbbing cock while watching her getting fucked by her husband.

  He fucked her with long, slow strokes that were so deep I could almost hear her pussy sucking his cock into her. She came first, and at the sound of her groans he went crazy, pumping hard and fast, making the same sounds she'd made, but a couple of octaves lower, I shot my load onto the bathrobe that was hanging on the inside of the closet door. Jack slid out of Christine and a pool of their juices puddied onto the bed. “I just stopped by to get a few papers,” he said, kissing her. “I'll see you tonight. Save some for me.” The second he left I came out of the closet. We had a good laugh together, although she was somewhat ashamed. I said, “Don't worry about it. I liked watching you.” My cock began to rise again, remembering how sexy she had looked.

  Christine took me into her mouth, licking me with her warm, wet tongue. I noticed that she was stroking her clit at the same time. We fucked like crazy until about an hour before her husband was due home.—G.S., Los Angeles, California

  ROOMMATE FINDS THAT WHEN THE CAT'S AWAY, THE MICE DO PLAY

  About twelve years ago I decided to share an apartment with a man. It was strictly platonic. My girlfriends told me they suspected Dave was bisexual, but it didn't bother me. We hardly interacted with each other until one fateful night.

  I had told Dave that I was going to be out of town for the weekend, but my plans got screwed up and I didn't go. Late Friday night I was in bed when I heard Dave and his friend Harris come in. They went straight to Dave's room. They were making a lot of noise, since they didn't think I was home. I got up to ask them to be quiet, but when I opened my door I received the shock of my life.

  The door to Dave's room was open. Standing before me were two completely naked men. I was stunned, but I didn't move for fear they would see me, causing even more embarrassment for all of us.

  I watched in awe as Dave sat on the edge of his bed and Harris moved in front of him. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. I remember thinking what a hunk Harris was, and wondering how Dave
met such beautiful men.

  After a few minutes Harris and Dave changed positions. I stared at Dave's hard-on, but when Harris climbed onto the bed my jaw dropped even lower. He had the biggest dick I had ever seen, and Dave wasted no time taking it into his mouth.

  After seeing the way Dave licked and kissed Harris's huge penis, I knew how he was able to bring hunks like that home. I thought I would be repulsed by something like this, but I found it fascinating. Dave began sucking harder and faster, and soon Harris spurted semen all over my roommate's bed. There was a lot of it.

  I quickly and silently got back into bed. Dave seemed worried the next morning when he saw that I was home, but I told him I had had a change of plans, had gotten home real late and was so tired I'd slept like a baby. He looked relieved. I couldn't get what I had seen out of my mind, so during the week I told Dave that I was definitely going away for the weekend. I couldn't wait to see what would happen when Friday night rolled around. I parked my car a couple of blocks away and walked back to our apartment, then hid in my bedroom.

  When Dave finally came home late that night he had two friends with him, Harris and a guy named Jimmy. I waited for another performance in the bedroom, but I heard them getting started in the living room. This was even better, because I wouldn't be spotted in the dark hallway. This time I had three naked men parading around in front of me!

  To my pleasant surprise, Jimmy was just as impressive as Harris. His cock must have been at least ten inches long, and it wasn't even hard.

  Soon Dave was doing what he apparently does best, going down on these gorgeous men. Believe it or not, I actually became bored watching him suck for so long, but finally Harris said he was about to come. He came so forcefully that some of his sperm poured out of Dave's mouth. Jimmy used his penis to scoop up the cream from Dave's lips and had him lick it off, making sure he had swallowed every delicious drop.