Letters to Penthouse XV

by Penthouse International

  The contestants were judged by the applause of the audience as they all paraded around to the music, showing off their tiny tits under the wet T-shirts. After a while one of them, a pretty little redhead, peeled her shirt off and exposed her totally flat chest, which was highlighted only by two very diminutive pink nipples. As she continued to strut her stuff the others stripped their shirts off too, one by one. Karen was the last to do it, but once she did it she danced around and showed herself off as boldly as any of them.

  June, the waitress, started dancing in front of Karen. Their eyes locked on each other's, and then June reached out and started tracing little circles around Karen's nipples. Karen looked surprised at first, but soon she enthusiastically followed June's lead, and now the two of them were playing with each other's nipples, much to the approval of the audience.

  When it came time to award the prizes, Karen won a hundred dollars and a small trophy for best nipples, and June won seventy-five dollars for best little tits. June was off-duty now, and we invited her to join us at our table. I was definitely in paradise, sitting there with two small-titted, topless women, whose nipples, still cold from the contest, were sticking out beautifully. Unfortunately, after a while they decided to put their tops back on, and disappeared into the changing room. They were gone for a long time, and I could tell by the flushes and smiles on their faces when they returned that they must have been enjoying each other some more.

  “So what took you guys so long this time?” I asked with a smile.

  They looked at each other and started giggling. Then Karen leaned over and whispered loudly in my ear, “June introduced me to a little friend she has in her purse, and you might say we hit it off.” I looked at the purse in June's lap. “Go ahead, June, show him!” Karen giggled. June reached into her purse and showed me a large, thick dildo, and they both giggled again.

  “June fucked you in the changing room?” I said to Karen, my cock getting even harder.

  June leaned over and kissed my cheek, saying, “We kind of fucked each other. Karen's a very sexy lady, but I'm sure you know that.”

  After a few more drinks and a lot of under-the-table groping, I suggested we all go back to our place for the night. June and Karen were all for it, and my anticipation grew even stronger when June remarked, “You know, I haven't been fucked by a real cock for a long time, and I can only imagine how sweet and wet Karen's pussy would feel to my tongue!”

  And on that note, we hurried home to spend one incredible night in bed—and everywhere else in the house!—R.F., Austin, Texas

  FAT GIRLS ARE FUN, THIS ONE BROUGHT ALONG HER GIRLFRIEND AS A BONUS

  Let me start out by saying that I buy a copy of your magazine every time I see it at the grocery store. I enjoy the letters, but it strikes me that most of the men who write them talk about how beautiful and skinny their women are. Well, I have a different point of view.

  My girlfriend is a very large woman, and our sex is great! I have had sex with many petite and skinny lovers, but Sarah tops them all. She was the first fat woman I ever shared my bed with, and I have to admit I didn't know what to expect at first. I did know that she was very sexy, and I wanted to give her a try. I invited her to have a drink with me one night, and she accepted. I picked her up at eight, and my first thought upon seeing her was, damn! She was wearing a black, partially see-through dress, tight enough to show off her huge but perfectly shaped tits. My dick was hard as a rock by the time she got into the car—so hard that she noticed it, and came out with the old Mae West line about was that a gun or was I just happy to see her.

  I asked her which bar she wanted to go to, and she mentioned one called the Top Down Club. When we got there we found a table and ordered drinks. The place was a strip club. One of the strippers came out on the stage and winked at Sarah as she went into her act. Oh my god, I thought, I wonder if she is a lesbian.

  We watched the show and had another drink. I was quite surprised when Sarah suddenly reached over and grabbed my dick. “I know what you want,” she said, grinning. “Let's go.”

  We left in a hurry, and when we got outside I was surprised again to find her friend the stripper waiting for us. Sarah introduced her as Ginger, and without another word the two of them hopped into the back seat of my car. Driving to my house, I watched in the rear-view mirror as they played with each other.

  When we arrived, we barely got inside before Sarah attacked me, stripping off my clothes. Ginger just watched. Sarah pushed me onto the couch, and then she stripped also. Under the dress she wore only a pair of thong panties. She pulled them off and grabbed my dick. She started to suck on it, while Ginger got behind her and reached between her legs to work on her clit.

  Sarah was a great cocksucker. She got me really hard, and then hopped expertly onto my dick. Her pussy was wet, tight and wonderful, and I had never felt anything like it. Ginger reached around Sarah and pushed her tits up so I could suck them. I was moaning and yelling at Sarah to fuck me harder. She began slamming herself down on my dick, and it felt fantastic. I gripped her sides as she moved rhythmically up and down. Ginger lay down on the floor and started masturbating herself to orgasm. Sarah pressed her soft lips to mine and slipped her tongue into my mouth. That did it! I let her know that I was coming, and she groaned that she was too. She grabbed her tits and arched her back as I shot a big load of come inside her.

  Instead of resting, Sarah pulled off me and took my cock in her mouth once more. She kept sucking and licking me until I was hard again. She told me she wanted me to fuck Ginger too, which I did, but it was Sarah who really got me hot, and still does. She is easily the best fuck I've ever had. To all those guys out there who don't know what they're missing, I recommend a fat girl over a skinny one any day! Especially one with a stripper for a girlfriend.—B.F., Lansing, Michigan

  SHE KEEPS HER LONELINESS AT BAY WITH SWEET MEMORIES OF ORAL LOVE

  My boyfriend and I live in different cities, and sometimes my only comfort lies in remembering our times together and imagining what it will be like next time we meet. I lie in bed and think about my tongue circling his nipples. In my mind I work my way down along his body, feeling, touching and kissing him all over. By the time I make it to his inner thighs, his penis is as erect as a rocket on its last minutes of countdown.

  I start sucking on his testicles, and then kiss my way to the base of his hard shaft. Slowly I wind my adventurous tongue up the side of his pulsating rod, and finally take him fully into my mouth, looking up into his face so I can see the pleasure written all over it.

  He leans his head way back into the pillow, closing his eyes and letting out small distinctive moans. I suck the head of his long thick member, running my tongue around the edge, then over the tip, applying just the right amount of suction to make him go crazy. Then I engulf him completely, sucking his full length, moving slowly, then faster, up and down. The cock moving in and out of my mouth is hard as a rock, its veins looking ready to pop.

  I'm getting pretty turned on myself at this point, feeling the wetness flowing slowly between my legs. It excites me to have his hardness in my mouth, and also to know I am driving him crazy. His central nervous system is screaming in overdrive, his heart beating out of his chest. His dick is big and wet and throbbing, ready to come as I run my mouth faster and faster up and down and all around. I can tell he is trying to hold back, but finally he no longer can, and he groans as he shoots his wad into my mouth. There is so much of his hot thick come that I can barely swallow it all.

  When he is through spurting and has gone limp, I slide my mouth slowly off his cock, kissing the tip softly, feeling him shiver slightly with the enjoyment I've given him.

  This is just one of the memories I call to mind to assuage my loneliness when we are not together. They keep me going, along with the knowledge that the next time we meet, our love will be even better.—K.E., Manchester, New Hampshire

  HE ARTIFICIALLY ENHANCED HIS COCK, WHICH GENUINELY ENHANCED HIS LOVE LIFE

>   Two or three years ago I was going through a catalogue from a sex toy company, and saw an ad for an eleven-inch “cock sleeve,” a kind of artificial dick enhancer for guys who wanted to be bigger than they were. I figured what the hell, and placed the order.

  I was a little disappointed when it arrived; it appeared quite lifelike, but it was too big for my standard six-inch equipment. I got a candle and whittled it down until it fit the inside of the sleeve, and was just long enough to fill the space left by my pecker. When I pulled the thing on over my hard-on it fit perfectly, and it looked exactly like a real eleven-inch dick. In the dark I couldn't even feel where mine ended and the fake one began.

  Well, now I had an eleven-incher, but no place to put it. I sure as hell couldn't try it with my old girlfriends, and I didn't want to try it with someone locally, in case the damn thing fell off and I had to see her again.

  A few months later I got lucky. I was working one night when I spotted a minor auto accident. No one was injured, but I called the cops, and while we were waiting for them I started talking to one of the drivers. She was a good-looking female, and seemed to have a hell of a nice body inside her loose clothing. She told me she was in town for her high school reunion. As it turned out, she had gone to my old high school, just two years behind me.

  Well, one thing led to another, and pretty soon we were making plans to meet later on. When we did, we had a couple of drinks and then we went to her room. Pretty soon we were making out like crazy, and I was taking off her blouse and bra. What an incredible set of tits she had! They were gorgeous. I took off the rest of her clothing. She was magnificent, and I told her so.

  I laid her down on the bed and spread her luscious thighs, and a minute later I was lapping up the best-tasting pussy I ever had. She was moaning and groaning and really getting into a frenzy. She screamed through a series of major orgasms, and then continued whimpering and sobbing as she came down.

  As we were resting, getting ready for another round, I reached for my pants, which were lying on the floor, and retrieved the sleeve from my pocket. I carefully put it on, making sure she couldn't see what I was doing, then put on a condom, just in case. A few minutes later I was on top of her, pushing myself inside her as she urged me on. My dick was so hard and the fit was so tight that I knew I wasn't going to have a problem with the sleeve falling off.

  As soon as I got the head in she said, “God, you are huge!” I got a couple more inches in, and she raised her head to look at what was getting into her. She gasped with surprise, then moaned and opened her legs wider. I penetrated her a little more slowly, trying to be gentle. She was really enjoying herself. I found her G-spot and started working on that for a while. Then I pushed in some more. I felt the tight entrance to her pussy as my real dick finally got there. I almost came because it felt so good, but I held myself back. In just a few more minutes I had it all the way in. I told her she had it all now, and she said she hadn't thought she could take it, but now she was glad she had. I was feeling elated, knowing that I had done it and she hadn't suspected a thing.

  We started fucking slowly. Her pussy was really tight, but soon it loosened up and we gradually got into a fucking frenzy. I was going in and out six or seven inches at a time. Then I went deeper, really nailing her to the wall as I pushed all the way in. She was hanging on as we fucked hard and deep. She came several times, and then finally collapsed from exhaustion.

  A few minutes later she asked when I was going to come. She couldn't believe I had so much staying power. I told her that I would be ready in just a few minutes. We started fucking again and after a minute she started saying, “Take it off, take it off!”

  I was startled, wondering how the hell she had found out about my sleeve. I said, “What do you mean, take it off?”

  She said, “Take off your condom, I want to feel it when you come!”

  I took the condom off and we really started fucking up a storm. I started laughing to myself because I had thought I had been caught. She was moaning again and meeting my thrusts with her own. We were both sweating like crazy and she was really working her heart out. I figured I'd better come pretty soon. I increased my speed, and a minute later I pretended to climax.

  I lay there for a while trying to catch my breath. I pulled out of her sopping pussy, and as I lay on my stomach I quickly took off the sleeve and hid it under my pants on the floor. Then I asked her to turn around so I could enter her snatch from behind. She was so hot and juicy and tight as my cock entered her that I blew my rocks quickly. I came and came and came. It was tremendous. She said she didn't believe I could come again so quickly, and I told her it was because she was so sexy.

  We lay there for a few more minutes, with me on my stomach, for obvious reasons, and then she got up to shower. I cleaned up a bit, put on my pants and waited for her.

  When she came out of the shower I looked at her luscious body and I felt that twinge again. She grinned and said, “You're kidding!” But I placed her on the bed and began eating her swollen snatch. After a short while I asked her to turn over on her stomach. When she did, I expertly put on the sleeve with one hand while eating her tasty pussy from behind. I entered her slowly and gently, but after a few short minutes I was in to the hilt. I rammed that thing in and out while she screamed with passion, until we both finally stopped in exhaustion. I discreetly took the sleeve off and entered her again from behind. In no time I was coming again.

  After a short rest I put my pants on and finished dressing. Then I thanked her for a great time, and left. Before I went she gave me her number and asked me to keep in touch; but good as she was, I felt it was too risky. If we kept seeing each other she would eventually have to find out about the sleeve. Better to let her keep her memories of the biggest cock she would ever have.—T.F., Allentown, Pennsylvania

  SHE WAS A LOVELY INDIAN MAID, BUT WHEN HE LEARNED MORE HE HAD RESERVATIONS

  Last week I was traveling through Arizona and stopped to visit an Indian reservation. As I was inspecting the crafts and handmade trinkets on display, I noticed a circle of people up ahead, so I moved closer.

  The tribal chief was smoking a ceremonial pipe and passing it around. I walked up to join the circle, and when the pipe was passed to me I put it to my lips and inhaled. I felt a burning in my lungs and throat, and tears flowed from my eyes as I coughed out the smoke. Some of the men laughed. I thanked them and moved on, and as I walked away I began to feel a real buzz.

  A little further on I came upon an Indian girl who was squatted behind a small deer. She was beautiful. She was wearing a white fringed skirt and top, and had very long dark hair and dark eyes. She had gold hoops in her ears. I was astonished at her beauty, but it might have been the effects of the pipe. I walked closer, and the deer jumped up and ran away. The girl got up and walked toward me. When we met I said, “My name's Jim. What's yours?”

  “Billie,” she answered. She took my hand and we started to walk. Man, she was beautiful, with her dark skin. We chatted, but she didn't have a lot to say. When I asked her if she had a steady guy, she said no.

  She took me to her dwelling. She lit some candles and incense, and offered me a cushion on the bearskin rug. She turned on a tape deck and put on some soft music. Then she reached over and kissed me.

  My dick was about to explode. I was horny as hell, and again I didn't know whether it was the effect of the pipe smoke or her beauty. She slipped her moccasins off, and I saw that she had the prettiest little toes, and a beaded ankle bracelet on her left ankle. As she kissed me I could feel my dick straining against my jeans. She looked down and saw the bulge, and she giggled as she unzipped my fly. She then unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans. I was so hard I thought it was going to break off. I lifted my ass as she slipped my jeans down to my boots, and then pulled the boots off one at a time.

  Next thing I knew I was naked and she was taking my cock in her mouth. It all felt too good to be true. She was doing a really excellent job of giving head, sucking and
pumping and sliding her sweet lips up and down my shaft. I tried to hold back, but all too quickly I reached my peak and shot her mouth full of come. She swallowed every bit of it, circling my cockhead with her tongue and flicking my pee-hole, sucking on and on, until she had all the come out and I was hard again. Man, I had never had a blowjob like that in my life!

  Billie straightened up and smiled at me, saying, “You like making mojo?” I could only nod. She then pulled her top off to reveal the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. She turned aside as she took off her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties, and I admired the curve of her beautiful ass. “Can I make mojo to you?” I asked.

  “If you're man enough,” Billie replied. She then turned around, revealing that she—or he—had a cock and balls! Billie was a transsexual!

  I was shocked at first, but Billie leaned down and kissed me and said that everything would be all right. I'd had thoughts about being with other men, but never actually thought I would cross that border. But Billie was beautiful as she smiled at me and trailed her soft fingers across my hairy chest.

  What the heck, I thought as I kissed her on the mouth. She was built like a brick shithouse, and I was hard as hell again as she stroked me and I stroked her. She became hard as well, and she whispered in my ear, “Fuck me from behind.” She opened a jar of lube and greased up her asshole. I entered her from behind, the head of my eight-inch cock slowly slipping inside her. When I was all the way in she said breathlessly, “Make the mojo. Make it hard and fast.”