Swingers seeking pleasure in discos, oriental massage parlors and other exotic centers of concupiscence have been somewhat misled: Ecstasy may be right next door. Lurking behind the placid facade of suburban split-levels are levels of seething sexual frenzy you’ve never dreamed of, the passport to which can be as simple as a neighborly “Hi!” or as complex as bikini bottoms on clotheslines semaphoring lust. Some neighbors make beautiful home videos together, while friendly neighborhood air conditioning repairmen prove they stand up very well in the heat. So hop the fence and ask your neighbor for a steaming cup of—whatever’s flowing.
Fred’s letter: I am a twenty-two-year-old male who stays in excellent shape playing racquetball and tennis. I am told that I am quite handsome with my brown hair and green eyes. Last week I had an experience that I just must share with your other readers.
I was letting my dog run around the backyard when I noticed a gorgeous lady, about thirty-three years old, wearing a skimpy black bikini. It was quite warm out and she had apparently been working in her garden. When she saw me staring at her, she must have decided to tease me a little, because she bent over and showed me her perfectly shaped ass.
She and her husband share the house directly behind mine and this was the first time I had seen her since I moved in a couple of months ago. My cock sprang to immediate attention and protruded from a leg of my cutoff jeans. She turned around, giving me a frontal shot of her well-developed tits, and slowly straightened up, her eyes glued to my glistening penis head. Then she gave me a sexy smile and went indoors.
Deciding to enjoy the morning sun a little longer, I just relaxed and watched my dog wander about the yard. Another five minutes passed before the young housewife next door emerged again from her house. It still excites me to recall what she did next. I didn’t notice what she was wearing until she sauntered over to the clothesline and hung her bikini bottoms on it. She glanced toward me, then turned and bent down to pick up a clothespin. That’s when I noticed that she had put on see-through bikini panties. My heart started to pound. I knew there and then that I had to have this woman—and soon! But she just walked back into her kitchen shaking her ass with each step.
When my dog finished his “chores,” I tarried in the yard awhile, hoping my little tease would emerge again. I was already trying to think of a strategy by which to get into her beautiful body. Deciding it was now or never, I went inside and put on some more presentable clothes. Then, with my March of Dimes collection kit in hand, I went up to my beautiful neighbor’s front door and rang the bell. My heart raced when she moved the window shade to see who was there. Our eyes met and she told me to wait a minute. She opened the door wearing a flimsy robe. I explained that I was a volunteer collector for the March of Dimes and she invited me in. She was absolutely gorgeous!
She led me to her living room and offered me a cup of coffee, which I gladly accepted. After serving the coffee, she sat opposite me and volunteered that her husband had left early to go fishing in the mountains. I noticed when she crossed her legs that her robe fell open, affording a perfect view of her luscious thighs. I couldn’t conceal the huge hard-on that popped up in my slacks. I must have blushed because she asked it everything was okay. I admitted that I’d been somewhat taken aback by her beauty and that maybe we’d better discuss the March of Dimes. I went over and sat next to her on the couch, barely able to walk with my rock-hard dick bulging in my slacks.
One thing led to another and I was soon naked from the waist down, with her massaging my dick. Her robe was completely open and she still had on the see-through panties. We spent most of the next hour exploring each other’s body and passionately tongue-kissing. Finally, we fucked and fucked and fucked. She told me that she had wanted me ever since seeing me move next door. She also told me that her husband goes fishing every weekend at this time of the year and that she’ll signal me each Saturday with her bikini-on-the-clothesline routine when the coast is clear.
James’ letter: Recently, while trimming some bushes in my backyard, my neighbor Patti looked over the fence and asked if I had any blank videocassettes. When I told her that I did, she asked if I’d bring one over. I was a bit surprised, for although I had lived next door to Patti and her husband Steve for over a year, I had never been asked inside their house.
Patti met me at the door wearing a thin white T-shirt with no bra underneath. She is twenty-seven, a very beautiful, well-tanned girl with a tight-looking ass and a beautiful set of tits. I could plainly see her nipples under her T-shirt as she ushered me into the den. She said that when she’d seen me outside, she was reminded of a videotape she’d been wanting to make. I was quite curious, so she told me that she and Steve often made tapes of themselves and friends. She offered to show me one, adding that she hoped I wouldn’t be shocked.
Patti began playing a tape for me. It was of her, alone in her yard, applying lotion to her well-tanned body. She was wearing only the scanty bottoms of a bikini swimsuit. As she rubbed her naked tits, the nipples hardened and her eyes became glazed from the pleasure she was giving herself. Her fingers worked their way down her body to disappear inside the bikini bottoms, then to rub her clit slowly.
I was really getting turned on. She stopped the tape, told me that she had been watching me for months and had even seen me stroking my cock once as I read a magazine. She undid my shirt and workout shorts and soon we were naked together on her floor with the video camera running.
Patti lay on top of me, rubbing her body against mine, her tongue deep in my mouth, as I became hotter and my cock grew harder. She raised her torso from mine and guided one red nipple into my mouth while I gently reached down and began to finger her clit. She was wet down there and, as I fingered it, her clit swelled. She soon rolled us over so I was on top. She guided my head to her pussy, always keeping us in front of the camera so it could catch all the action.
Patti was totally in charge, rubbing my cockhead around and around the slit of her cunt as she moaned and bucked. Again we rolled over. This time my cock stood straight up and she lowered herself onto it slowly. I could see her cunt juices flowing down my shaft. She moved up and down, over and over again, always gaining momentum. Her head was thrown back and her mouth open as she rode me harder and harder, faster and faster—until she at last gave a loud, throaty growl and stiffened her body, clenching my cock in her tight cunt. She yelled, “Oh, fuck! Yes, fuck me! I’m coming…oh God! Yes!” And I came with her, nearly bucking her off me, flooding her with come.
Later, as Patti and I watched the tape together she sucked my cock and rubbed her own wet box until we came again.
I see her about once a week now, always to make new tapes. She says Steve likes them so much that he wants to watch us in person. I’m looking forward to that.
Sam’s letter: I’ll never forget the first time I saw her. Arriving to repair an air conditioner, I pulled into the driveway and there she stood, washing her dad’s car. He was out of town on business.
She was tall, with dirty-blonde hair, a beautiful face and bright, wild eyes. She was wearing blue bikini bottoms, which revealed her round, firm ass-cheeks. She also had on a white T-shirt that had gotten wet while she was washing the car. Her tits shone through the almost transparent material—and she knew it. Her nipples were erect and her tits the best I’ve ever laid eyes on, neither too big nor too small—a perfect mouthful.
My cock had just begun throbbing when her mother opened the door and motioned for me to come in. After we’d introduced ourselves to each other, she told me to go ahead and get started on my work. She’d be out on some errands, she said, adding that I should just ask Tina, her daughter, if I needed anything. I assured her that I had everything I needed and that I’d finish the job within an hour.
No sooner did good ol’ mom leave than sweet young Tina came walking in with a big smile. She asked it I wanted a drink. I said sure, just so I could watch her walk away and get another shot of her succulent ass. She returned with a Coke and said, “Excuse me while I go and get out of this wet T-shirt.”
I nodded and went out back to the air-conditioning unit. The next thing I knew, Tina came out wearing one of the skimpiest bikinis I have ever seen. Man, what a choice body! She was walking tall and proud as she went to a blanket on the ground near me. She must have seen the hard-on rising in my tight jeans. She lay on her stomach and asked me to untie her top so she wouldn’t have any white lines interrupting her tan. As I did what she asked, unable to restrain myself, I slid my hands down her back to the top of her ass. She half-heartedly flinched and, rather than force the issue, I just returned to my work.
A few minutes passed and then Tina got up and asked me into the house. I knew this was it!
As soon as we were indoors, she turned around to face me and dropped her top to the floor. There, revealed to me in all their glory, were her splendid tits. We stared at each other silently, expectantly, until she simply said, “Fuck me.” My cock was hard as a rock. We grabbed each other and enjoyed some heavy making-out while I removed her bikini bottom.
Man, what a body I was holding! All I knew was that I wanted to lick it from head to toe. I ripped my own clothes off and we flopped down on the carpet. I was on top, licking and kissing her face, ears and neck. Then I worked my mouth and tongue down her chest, spending some quality time on her tits. I continued down her stomach to her pussy, the best to be found on earth. She didn’t have much pubic hair, which I like. Her pussy lips were perfect. Her clit was sticking out, glistening with pussy juice. I started to suck on it, tweaking it with my tongue.
Tina was soon moaning and squirming in the throes of a major orgasm. “Oh, fuck me! Fuck me now! Oh, please fuck me now!” she shrieked. “I’ve got to have that cock of yours! I can’t wait any longer!”
I hurriedly rolled her over on her knees and she stuck her ass in the air, supporting herself on her outstretched arms. While I was drinking in the splendid view of her dripping, pink pussy, she reached between her legs, grabbed my cock and pressed it to that sweet vagina. I thrust forward, she thrust back, and it was buried to the hilt. I slowly pulled almost all the way out, then eased back in. I picked up the pace and she said, “Oh, it feels so good! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!” Finally, her gorgeous thighs and ass started rocking and rolling. This sweet thing was giving me the fuck of my life. When I felt I was on the verge of coming, I pulled out. She turned and looked at me, and I said, “Suck it, honey.” To my surprise, she grabbed a large pillow from the sofa and placed it under the back of her neck so that her head was tilted way back. Then she said, “Fuck my throat!”
I was amazed and asked where she’d learned this. She said she watched her mom and dad’s porn tapes. Eager to do what she wanted, I got to my knees and straddled her head. Then I dipped my cock into her mouth as she reached around me with both hands, grabbed my ass-cheeks and pulled me toward her until my cock was completely buried in her mouth and down her throat.
After a few good strokes, I felt myself beginning to come, so I yanked my cock out again. I told her I didn’t think I could last much longer and that I had to fuck her gorgeous pussy again. She said she would love it, too. I began pressing my dick into her well-lubed cunt. She sighed and asked me never to stop fucking her. Man, did it ever feel fucking good in there. I started bucking and reaming her hole right out. She knew exactly when I was about to shoot my load and asked me to pull out. When I did, she grabbed my throbbing tool and rubbed it all over her face, lips and tits. I immediately erupted, and she took the sensitive head in her mouth, slurping every drop. When I stopped shooting, she deep-throated it a few times, then looked up at me and said I’d better get going before her mom returned. She added that she’d be sure to tell her what a good job I’d done.
Alan’s letter: For years and years I had been trying to figure out a way to get my next-door neighbor Joni alone, so I could show her how neighborly I can be. I’m twenty-one years old and she is twenty-four. Ever since we were little kids, our families have been close. Over the years, the more I learned about sex, the more I wanted to experience it with her.
Watching her walk around her yard in a bikini or tight shorts has always driven me wild. But we stopped hanging out together by the time we entered high school. She got a full-time job after graduation and I went on to college.
Needless to say, college life changed me for the better. I’m still living at home, though, and so is she.
Well, fellow Penthouse Letters readers, I’ve learned that good things come to those who wait and hope. I learned this when Joni came over one afternoon to use my telephone because hers was out of order. I hadn’t spent any time with her for almost two years. In recent years she’d put on a little weight, but now I saw she’d lost about twenty-five pounds and looked slim and lovely. She was wearing a very pretty, dark-blue, low-cut dress. And she looked more beautiful at close range than I remembered.
While she was dialing the number she wanted, she smiled and said she could help me with my problem if I helped her with hers. She was staring directly at my crotch and the biggest erection I’d ever had. It was the Penthouse Letters I’d been reading, and then the sight of her that had hardened my cock like that. After she finished her call, I walked over and hugged her. We kissed and kissed, and I managed to get my hands under her dress and rub her ass and pussy through her panty hose. I pulled them down and buried my face in her pussy. Joni then took off her dress and I led her into my bedroom. I quickly got naked and she sucked me until I came, whereupon she swallowed every drop. Then I ate her until she came and came and came. Once we began fucking, we did it for hours in every possible position.
Joni confessed that for years she had wanted me to eat her and fuck her, but couldn’t find a way to tell me so. She had often played with herself while fantasizing about our having wild sex together. We promised each other that from then on we would remain close friends forever.
We get together at least once a week to eat and fuck each other, no matter if it’s in one of our houses or in my car. Joni is one neighbor whom I’ll never forget.
Candi’s letter: I’ve had the experience of my life and would like to share it with your other readers.
I just have to think of my most recent experience and I become ecstatic. My neighbor Marc and I had known each other for almost three years. We talked about sex openly to one another and carried on some pretty horny conversations at times. While we talked, little did he know I was picturing the two of us wildly engrossed with each other in bed.
At first I was leery about what he would do if I came on to him. I guess I was afraid of what I’d do if I made the first move and he ignored it, not taking me seriously. I have always been an aggressive person, and the truth of the matter is that I was dying to see what that massive bulge in his jeans really looked like. Well, time passed and all I could think of, day and night, was the two of us together.
Finally, one morning I gave him a wake-up call at seven o’clock. I blurted out something like “I’ve been thinking about us a lot and would really like to go to bed with you. Would you consider it?” He was in shock and said he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Much to my surprise, he accepted. No messing around. Lickety-split it was arranged. We’d meet at his place that afternoon.
I was shocked at my nervousness when I arrived at his place but was soon overcome by a relaxing high from the couple of joints we smoked when I got there. There wasn’t much conversation between us. I mean, what needed to be said? We both knew what we wanted. I could hardly wait to see his gorgeous, muscular, six-foot body undressed, but I suffered as he took his time. I don’t even remember how I got to the bedroom, but I found myself completely undressed on the bed, our tongues entwined in a kiss. His lips were moist and gentle, and his tongue darted so furiously in my mouth that I almost climaxed just at the thought of what he could do with it when he reached my wet, waiting pussy. Our bodies seemed to take over our minds completely and the sensations were just out of this world.
While cupping my breasts in his large, strong hands, he moved his lips to my neck and ear and kissed me over and over again. I could hear his breathing quicken and grow deeper and knew he was satisfied with the offer he had chosen to accept. With his lips still teasing my neck, I could resist no longer. I had to see what this beautiful hunk of man had kept hidden from me for so long. Reaching down his body, I gently took this mystery in my hands. I was amazed at its hardness and size. No wonder he had always had a hard time keeping that bulge tucked in his jeans. I estimated it to be seven inches long.
Slowly he pulled away, teasing me with that seductive tongue of his, which he used so well on my breasts and my black patch of fur. Not stopping, he headed on down my inner thighs right to my toes. I thought I would float away, but I felt too good to want to. He positioned his head between my legs and teased me lightly, kissing my dripping snatch over and over again until I thought I’d go mad. Then slowly he began lapping at the juices he could no longer ignore. He controlled his tongue well, not missing a drop. His hands could not longer resist. He had to explore my inner depths.
While giving me the tongue-lashing of my life, he found my magic button with his fingers and massaged it gently. My clit was erect and eager for his touch. Fingering my hot, wet cunt, he sat back, watching me, and I reached the greatest orgasm I have ever experienced from clitoral stimulation. I felt kind of selfish at the thought of me being the receiver of all this enjoyment and him not feeling anything.
I positioned myself to take his hardness in my hot, waiting mouth, positioning myself so that he got a full view of my already-satisfied snatch. Slowly I licked my way up and down his inner thighs, teasing his balls and cock tremendously. They seemed almost to scream for me to take them in my mouth. I’ve always believed that the slower your actions, the better the feeling, so that’s just what I did. I licked his hard, pulsating cock up and down, and he wriggled and moaned in pleasure. Encircling the head of his cock with my wet tongue, I thought he’d go wild. Holding the cheeks of his ass in both hands, I licked his shaft up and down till I could feel the tension in it. I knew he would erupt any minute if I didn’t stop, so I detoured, circling his bag and the jewels in it. Milking him with one hand, I took each gem individually into my mouth and gently massaged it.
I could tell by his moans that he was enjoying every bit of it. When I could lick no more, I took his rock-hard seven inches into my mouth and sucked ever so gently to give him as much pleasure as possible. It was not only a turn-on for him but for me as well. I really get off on moans and sounds of pleasure and satisfaction. Not being able to hold back any longer, I sucked and milked his cock till he reached the most intense orgasm I have ever seen a man have. This wasn’t the first blowjob I had given, but it was the first time I had not withdrawn from a guy who was shooting his load in my mouth. I swallowed every drop and couldn’t believe the wild, masculine, yet mild taste it had. I loved it. Licking my lips and relishing the taste of every drop of his hot come, I could hardly wait for what was to happen next. Only one thing could happen, I was certain.
I had to feel his hard, throbbing cock between my thighs. He must have read my mind, because there were no words spoken until he’d spread my legs open and lain there with nothing between us but his still-rampant manhood. I could feel it throbbing against my clit. With my legs at their widest point, he guided his missile gently into my tunnel. My muscles began sucking him in like a vacuum, first slowly and then more quickly until we were both moving in perfect rhythm. He was amazed at how nice and tight I was, and, from the look in his eyes, I could tell he was impressed. I could feel his bag slapping my ass, and his hardness grew with every stroke. We pumped in rhythm, bringing each other as much satisfaction as was humanly possible. I could feel every inch of his shaft penetrate me, and I gradually lost all control of my actions and began pumping furiously.
I felt my clit standing erect for the oncoming thrusts of his body. His thrusts became quicker and deeper, and I heard his breath quicken and knew that his orgasm was fast approaching. I remember telling him that I wanted him deeper and deeper inside me, and then I reached the orgasm of my life. Reaching down, I milked the bottom of his cock with my hand while still moving with him. I wanted to take every drop of love juice from his body. When our bodies stopped convulsing and we regained our normal breathing, he rewarded me with a long, loving kiss and asked why I hadn’t propositioned him months before.