I have been reading your magazine for quite some time now. I thought your readers might like to hear one of my fantasies.
My man is in the navy right now—out to sea. I’m a lonely sailor’s girlfriend. This is what I want to do with him when he comes home:
If my sailor was here, I would give him the longest and best blowjob he has ever had. When I was finished, he wouldn’t be able to walk. I want to suck every drop out of my sailor boy, lick him from head to toe. I would put my sweet, soft lips against his throbbing muscle, kiss, lick him and proceed with another blowjob. While I’m doing this he can fondle my shapely breasts and nibble on them as I come all over his beautiful body. Then I would give him a sponge bath as I continue massaging his body. After caressing his thighs and kissing his chest I want to deep-throat every inch of his enormous cock. When he reciprocates by licking and sucking my dripping pussy, I will have so many orgasms that he will think that he is floating down a river.
I just had to masturbate! I really got myself into a furious frenzy and nothing can calm me down except my sailor. I would like him to 69 me right now. After, if either of us was still conscious, I would think of something else I could do to please him. As I was masturbating, I shut my eyes and he was here with me, even though he’s a million miles away. I love him and I want his throbbing rod inside me. Come home, sailor—home to your horny toad. S.L., Washington, D.C.
I am twenty-one and my boyfriend is twenty-four. We are both great fans of Penthouse Letters magazine. We always read the letters together, and they never fail to get us super hot and horny. Our favorite letters, though deal with the subject of masturbation, which is one of our very favorite erotic pastimes.
Ed is a real hunk. He has light-brown hair and blue eyes, he is six foot one, weighs one hundred eighty pounds, has a trim, firm physique, and an absolutely gorgeous eight-inch cock. I, on the other hand, have sandy-blond hair that falls over my breasts, blue eyes, am five-five, and weigh one hundred twenty pounds. I am very proud of my figure, which is 37C-24-36, and I love showing it off—especially my tits, cunt and ass, which is round and firm.
Ed and I have been lovers for about a year, but it wasn’t until six months ago that we discovered our mutual enjoyment of masturbation. We were sitting around one evening, smoking joints and getting really high, when he suggested that it would be a great turn-on if I would model in the nude for him. As I said, I love showing my body off, so I was very receptive to the idea. “I have only one stipulation,” I told him. “I want you to pose for me, too!” Ed readily agreed, and got his camera loaded with film and attached the flash, ready for action!
He began taking some shots of me as I began slowly undressing in the living room. The grass had me feeling extremely sexy and sensual, and this, combined with Ed’s encouraging remarks as he photographed me, was really firing up my exhibitionist urges.
Once naked, I began to caress myself before the camera, cupping my ample breasts, squeezing my erect nipples, and occasionally stroking my downy pussy hair. Ed, while telling me how sexy and beautiful I looked, instructed me to lie down on the couch. “Just relax, babe,” he told me, “and let yourself flow with your feelings.” I allowed my fantasies to run free and imagined I was modeling for Penthouse. I thought of all the tens of thousands of men who would be seeing my nude pictures, and perhaps, would even jerk off while looking at me, wishing they could fuck me.
These thoughts were making my pussy throb and my juices flowed freely as I cast all inhibitions aside—I wanted these photos to be the sexiest possible. I licked my lips and wantonly gazed at the camera as I spread my legs wide, revealing the flowering, wet folds of my pink pussy. My clit was erect and swollen as I rolled it between my fingers. Throwing my head back, I massaged my heaving breasts with my other hand as I guided first one, then two fingers into the tight, hot sleeve of my pussy channel.
Ed kept telling me how hot it was making him, how I looked like a purely sexual bitch and how my image was going to burn holes in the film. I loved it! I allowed myself to become totally narcissistic, moaning as I pumped my fingers deep into my seething cunt. My hips began to undulate, pumping back in rhythm to my finger-fucking movements as I bent my head forward, lifting my breasts toward my mouth so that I could tongue my sensitive nipples. I was going totally wild with self-lust, moaning constantly as I writhed and masturbated before the camera, oblivious to everything except my own intense pleasure and the steady bursts of light from the flash.
The surges of pleasure were building to an agonizing peak when I finally rolled off the edge. I groaned loudly as the waves swept me to orgasmic bliss, pounding my fingers deep and hard into my steaming slit, savoring the incredible pleasure I was feeling.
After resting for several minutes and returning to my senses, I took one look at the huge bulge in Ed’s trousers and told him it was his turn io pose for me. “I need to get something first, ” he said. He quickly returned from the bathroom with a jar of Vaseline, saying, “I don’t have the benefit of natural lubricants,” and smiling devilishly.
“Okay, babe,” I said, “get naked for me!”
He wasted no time in undressing. When I saw the engorged condition of his hard-on, I realized that he must be experiencing extreme discomfort. Ed assumed my position on the couch as I began photographing him, my pussy still wet and juices running down the inside of my thighs.
“Your cock looks so good, honey. Stroke it for me now, and make it feel good for me.” Ed smeared a healthy serving of jelly over his thick shaft and also on his balls, making everything glimmer and glisten, reflecting the room’s light. My mouth was watering as I watched him wrap his hand around the circumference of his shaft, then slowly begin to slide up and down the entire length in smooth, slow strokes. I eagerly photographed this erotic sight, watching him stroke, squeeze, and milk that beautiful fuck-meat. His movements were causing his swollen balls to roll back and forth and the shaft and head were engorged to incredible proportions.
Ed now was pumping ferociously on his fuck-stick, and I knew he was close to coming. “Do it for me, Ed. I want to see you come for me, sweetie. Make it squirt hard for me—make it come!”
Ed let out a long, low groan and, as his hand slid down the shaft he pushed his hips upward and exploded violently. I believe I actually had a mini-orgasm as I watched the first thick stream of sperm squirt through the air and splash forcefully across his face, neck and chest. Somehow I managed to continue working the camera, attempting to capture each shot of come-juice as it sailed out of Ed’s pulsing prick. He came for an eternity, shooting in exhaustion. He was covered in steamy pools of rich, thick jism as I set down the camera and joined him on the couch. I pressed my body against his, smearing his warm juices over our flesh while swaddling his still-hard prick with my seething cunt. He entered me as we writhed together like shameless animals, fucking hard and fast until we achieved simultaneous orgasms within a few minutes. We then fell sound asleep, like babies, for most of the night.
Well, we got the pictures back shortly after that eventful evening, and they are fantastic. I get really hot whenever I look at them and, in two of the pictures of Ed, you can clearly see his come squirting through the air! I love it!
Since then, Ed and I have taken pictures of us together, putting the camera on a tripod and using the self-timer. But by far our biggest thrill has come from our newfound joy of masturbating together. We jerk off together at least once or twice a week now and we both agree that our comes are some of the best we’ve had. Ed always uses Vaseline when we jerk off, and now I have two beautiful dildos that I use to give myself a beautiful, deep fuck.
Masturbation may not be the only way to get off, but it sure has become one of my favorites! Name and address withheld
I had always hoped I would have an experience worth writing about, and all I can say is, it’s about time.
I live in an apartment by myself, which makes things very comfortable for my girlfriend Candy and me. She is a college coed with a body that I can’t keep my hands off. Her breasts are not huge, but they are perfectly firm, with nipples that make my mouth water on a cool fall evening. She attends aerobics every night, which keeps her waist small and her ass tight. She gets most of her height from her long legs, which I love to see displayed on a tall pair of high heels.
A couple of weeks ago, she called me to ask it she could come over to study. She could tell by the tone of my voice that I was a little too anxious for her presence and wasn’t about to let her get much studying done. This only made her emphasize “to study.” I said, “Okay, okay,” and went to pick her up. It was a warm evening, so she was dressed in a camisole top and a pair of running shorts. On her feet she had a simple pair of white tennis shoes. When we got to my place, she took her books from her backpack and got herself situated at my kitchen table. I went over and began kissing her neck and tracing my fingers on the undersides of her breasts. She pulled away and reminded me I had promised to be a good boy and had to let her study. I reluctantly retreated to my couch and started to page through my latest issue of Penthouse Letters.
She knows how frustrated I get when I only get to watch her, and every ten minutes or so she would sit back and stretch to let her nipples strain against her silky top. A habit she has while studying is to stroke her pussy while she is reading. She says it helps to soothe her and lets her study more effectively. All I know is it makes my dick throb.
After about forty-five minutes to an hour of this teasing and wondering if I would ever get to see more than an occasional glimpse of pussy fur, I told her I was going for a walk and would be back in a while. She said to take my time, and while I was outside I should see if the view was any better through the bedroom window. My ears couldn’t believe what they had heard as I gave her a long, hard look. She smiled at my growing erection and told me to run along with my throbbing toy. And run I did.
I slowly strolled out my door, and as soon as I was out of sight, raced around my apartment to my bedroom window. The curtains were apart about six inches, just enough to give me a view I could hardly wait for.
I stood there peeking for about five minutes until Candy walked into the room and over to the mirror to put on some wet red lipstick and some black eye liner. I immediately pulled my throbbing cock from my shorts and began pulling on its shaft, bringing it to its full length. Something about simply watching this woman is almost more than I can handle and she knows it.
Just before she left the bedroom she gave each of her breasts a squeeze and pinched each nipple to their pointed splendor. With Candy gone from view, I rested back against the wall and realized that this little vixen was going to give me a show I would never forget. In about five more minutes, she re-entered the bedroom and went over to my Jacuzzi in the corner and turned on the faucets. She then walked over to my closet where she kept a pair of her bedroom slippers—a pair of pink four inch spike heels—and put them on. She went back to the Jacuzzi and bent over to check the water temperature, and in doing so, gave me a perfect view of her long legs perched on those heels and that tight ass I’ve begged many a night for. Satisfied with the water temperature, she again left the room to go back to her books.
At this point I was seriously beginning to wonder if I was going to be able to take this teasing much longer. I didn’t get to wonder very long, for she entered the room when the Jacuzzi was at the proper level.
She added some bubble bath, and when the soft foam covered the top of the water, she turned off the faucet. She then lifted her leg and stepped into the water, spike heels and all. My dick was ready to kill. She slowly lowered herself into the water and settled back to enjoy the bubbles. She caressed her shoulders and arms with the bubbles, and reached her long gams high into the air so I could see the heels that only accented their length.
Just about when my balls were seriously contemplating exploding between my legs, Candy reached over to open the drain, stood up and settled her sweet little ass on the side of the tub. She deliberately slid her wet garments slowly from her body, leaving only her spikes, mind you, and ran her hands over her entire body, pausing only briefly at each nipple and the dark muff between her legs.
She reached over to the side of the sink and took my razor. Candy looked absolutely divine as she began to shave those long, perfect legs. As she slid the blade over her skin, being sure to perfectly trim the pussy now growing wet with anticipation, I noticed she kept the other hand dancing between her thighs, tickling her pussy lips and teasing her dainty clit almost as much as she was teasing me. When she was through shaving, and obviously very hot from the attention she had been giving her cunt, she took the slender handle of my shaver and began stroking it in and out of the most delectable slit I have ever tasted.
When she realized her pulsating cunt couldn’t take any more, she stepped from the tub and laid on her back upon my water bed. She reached over to a drawer in the headboard and brought out a toy that I have seen bring her to many an orgasm—her eight inch vibrator. She turned on the bed so I could get a full view of her cunt as it began to drip with her nectar. As she slowly slid the vibrator up and down her swollen slit, she kept her other hand busy fondling and pinching her proud nipples.
All this time she had not once looked towards the window, which only added to my voyeuristic excitement. The head of my cock was by now beet-red, and I could feel my aching balls screaming to let them blow.
Candy played and danced the buzzing toy on her engorged clit and stroked her slit, only occasionally sliding the vibrating beast into her perfect cavity. She then placed the tip of her vibrator deep between her pussy lips, and began to moan as she arched her back and bucked against it with such a fever that I couldn’t hold back any longer. She cried out in orgasm as I sprayed the side of my apartment with my hot, sticky come.
Completely spent, I walked around and into my home and crawled into the bed beside her. All I remember before I fell asleep was her whispering into my ear, “I love you,” and her long legs wrapping around mine with her spikes digging beautifully into my thighs. Name and address withheld
After a hectic day, the kids finally fell asleep. As I sat back on the couch, I had a flashback of how I used to relax after a hectic day. I lived across from the train station, and I masturbated to the sounds of the trains. I would lay in my bed with the door closed and hope that my mother would not catch me.
With my window open, I spread my legs as I felt the rumble of the train coming. My pussy got moist. I went for my moist cunt with one hand and for my nipple with the other. I started rubbing my clit I like to call it strumming . The rumble got louder. I strummed faster. By now my cunt was drenched. My nipples were hard and erect. I could feel my body tensing. I spread my pussy lips. My cunt was very, very wet. Just then the whistle blew. My back arched, and I plunged my finger deep into my cunt. I moved it in and out rapidly. By the third blast of the whistle, I came with an orgasm I couldn’t believe. Love juices squirted all over, shooting out like a fountain. I slowly lowered my ass back to the bed. I took my dripping hand from my wet cunt and enjoyed licking every drop off of my fingers and every part of my body that I could reach with my tongue. I love the taste of my own come. I dried myself off and changed the sheets they were soaked. I took a quick shower. As I sat down to talk to my mother, I noticed she also had a damp spot between her legs! I thought to myself, like mother like daughter. I hoped that she enjoyed that train passing as much as I did. G.S., Houston, Texas
Being a twenty-five-year-old male who is between relationships, I love your magazine. Let me tell you why.
Without a current sexual partner, I am left to take care of my own sexual needs. Not that I really mind, as I truly love all of the pleasures I can give myself. I can make love to myself better than some women have made love with me. Just how does your magazine fit in? I use the articles, letters and pictures to get my eight-inch cock in the mood for some great masturbation. Each time a new issue arrives, it’s off with my clothes and off to bed. Sure, I love to grab my cock and do the old up and down with my fist until I come all over myself, but I also love other methods.
You see, I have a vibrator and an artificial pussy that give me more pleasure than simply using my fist. Once Penthouse Letters has put me in the mood, it’s time to “make love.” I start by licking the vibrator until it is wet enough to run over my body—nipples, cock, balls and so on. I finally make circles around the head of my cock until I’m fully erect. Then I lower myself to the fake pussy that is held in place between a pile of pillows, and lick the rubber pussy as if I were eating a beautiful lady. Once the pussy is wet, it’s time to get my cock in on the action. Although it doesn’t feel quite like a woman, sliding my cock into my pussy sure does feel good.
While pumping into the pussy, I have two free hands that I love to caress my body with. One hand will work my upper body and the other will work my balls. I also love to work my nipples, caress my butt and kiss my arms. All of the action soon results in a wonderful orgasm. I moan and groan as I pump faster and faster. Sometimes I pull out and come all over the place other times I come deep inside my pussy. Either way, I always lick up my hot jism.
One day my roommate caught me having sex with myself. I was quite embarrassed about what he was seeing. His reaction was, “Don’t stop on my account, I’ll just watch.” I continued pumping as he pulled out his cock to play with himself. Now he and I often watch each other masturbate. I won’t touch him, and I sure as hell don’t want him touching me, but we love to touch ourselves. Many nights I will hear him in the next room as he brings himself to a wonderful orgasm. I then have to let him hear me as I make love to myself. See what Penthouse Letters does to me! My only complaint is the lack of masturbation letters and articles. Why not use my letter in an upcoming feature on the joys of self-love?
Please excuse me while I slip out of my clothes. This letter has got me hard and horny! Name and address withheld
I am a happily married twenty-eight-year-old woman who works in an accounting office in Boston, and who often finds herself making a few extra trips to the ladies’ room during the course of a boring work day.
Staring at column after column of numbers all day long often makes me dizzy with boredom. To relieve the tedium, my mind often drifts to thoughts of sex. I sit at my desk and fantasize about making love to my husband, taking his hard dick in my mouth, feeling his strong tongue lapping at my pussy. All this fantasizing doesn’t do much for my accounting ability, but it sure does make my panties moist. It also creates something of a dilemma because I work out in the open, not in a private office, so there’s little I can do to relieve my advanced case of horniness. I generally have two options: a suffer, or b go to the bathroom and masturbate. I usually choose option b .
Masturbating in the ladles’ room isn’t the best way to have an orgasm, but it sure beats squirming around all day at my desk—and as I recently discovered, it can also lead to a very interesting experience.
One day last month I was so horny that I was practically coming right at my desk. I knew I couldn’t last much longer, so I got up and walked to the bathroom. There is one main drawback to bathroom masturbating in my office—there are only two stalls. Luckily, both stalls were free this time, so I could go ahead with my plan. I latched the stall door, pulled up my skirt, pulled my panties and panty hose down to my ankles and sat down on the toilet seat. My pussy was a gaping wet hole and my fingers went right to work. I came almost instantly. It felt so good that I decided to keep going.
Well, I must have been so caught up in beating off that I didn’t even hear anybody come into the bathroom. But when I sighed as I finished my last orgasm, I noticed a pair of black pumps in the next stall. I was mortified. It wasn’t as if I had been screaming or anything, but you didn’t exactly have to be a genius to figure out what I had been doing. I was deathly embarrassed, and my first instinct was to get out of there before whoever was in the next stall could find out who I was. But as I reached down to pull up my pantyhose, something stopped me.
My neighbor’s black pants were down around her ankles, but her calves were still encased in her pantyhose. Why would she sit on the toilet with her panties and pantyhose still on? And there was something about the way her calf muscles were tensed and her feet were moving. Then I heard the telltale sounds—the faint, liquid squishing of a finger caressing a wet pussy, followed by a soft moan, followed by the rocking of the toilet seat. She was masturbating, too, and she wasn’t doing much to hide it.
I sat there transfixed, listening quietly as she made love to herself. She moaned some more, and I could hear her fingers working faster in her pussy. This was really turning me on. My hand, almost as if it had a life of its own, moved back to my crotch and started diddling my clit again. I had to have another orgasm now. My neighbor’s moaning was unabashed, her feet tensed and toes pointed. Just as she had an orgasm, bouncing wildly on the toilet seat, I did, too. I heard her let out a deep, satisfied sigh. Now I was really embarrassed. Not only had she caught me playing with myself, but she knew that I had listened and then masturbated again. What was I going to do?
“Ah, that felt so good,” I heard her say. Then to me she said, “And did you enjoy yours?”
I couldn’t ignore her, but what could I say? “Umm, well…yes,” I stammered.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” she said. “I do this all the time. I figured you did too, from all the trips I saw you making in here, so I thought I’d find out for sure. I guess I was right. Why don’t we introduce ourselves.”
I wiped off my wet pussy, pulled up my panties and pantyhose, smoothed down my skirt and took a deep breath. I heard my neighbor zip up her pants. When I opened the stall door, I saw it was Shana from the secretarial pool. She was a young woman, maybe twenty or so, with wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair and a slim body. We stood by the sink and talked. It turned out that she often got horny during the day, too, just like me, and had long been a secret bathroom masturbator. We exchanged stories of our mutual pastime—about trying to be quiet, about cold toilet seats that’s why she kept her panties and panty hose on and especially about how frustrating it was when somebody sat down in the next stall just as you were approaching orgasm. And that made us decide that together we would solve the privacy problem by becoming masturbating partners. With each other for company, both stalls would be occupied and we could enjoy our pleasures without fear. Comrades-in-arms, or in-hands, so to speak.
Now, whenever one of us gets horny, we signal the other and retreat to the ladies’ room to masturbate together. We do it at least once each day, sometimes more. We talk to each other as we play with our pussies, sharing our favorite fantasies. We usually end up coming together.
So far, it has been a mutually satisfying arrangement, but it hasn’t progressed past a friendly masturbation partnership. I know Shana has a boyfriend, but I think she might be interested in a little lesbian experimenting. I think I might be, too. Maybe I’ll bring it up the next time we visit the bathroom together. I’ll keep you posted. Name and address withheld
I know a lot of people think that the letters in Penthouse Letters are made up. I wish I could tell them that I wrote this letter. But at least I know it’s all a true story.
Up until about a year ago I had never even seen a Penthouse Letters. Rob, now the object of my lust, brought one over so that I could check it out. When he suggested that I read the letters because I’d really enjoy them, I was kind of embarrassed and tried to ignore him and the magazine. As it turns out, I really did get turned on, but I never thought I’d be writing to you about my “long-distance experience.”
Before I tell my story I have to tell you about Rob. He has got to be the sexiest man on earth. In fact, sometimes I can’t stand it. He drives me wild just by standing there! My panties get soaked just thinking about him. I’d do anything to have him fuck me. He has dark hair and dark brown eyes and a beautiful tan to match. He has full shoulders, strong legs and a great ass—not to mention a cock that’s at least eight inches.
Well, one night, just after I had gone to bed and was dozing off, the phone rang. It was Rob. When I heard his sexy voice, I was immediately turned on. He asked me if I had enjoyed the night before when he had read me some bedtime stories from Penthouse Letters. I told him yes. So he started to read again, but I asked him not to because I knew I’d never sleep. He asked me why and I told him I’d dream about him all night and that I might sleep but I wouldn’t rest. I described my dreams of the night before to him. He laughed and asked me what I had done and felt while he read to me. He wanted a detailed description! The first thing I noticed was my heart racing and my breathing becoming very quick. I started rolling around on my cool sheets. It felt good but not as good as what was about to come. As I described what I had done and felt the night before, he told me to relive it and do it while I was telling him.
I dragged my nails lightly down the insides of my thighs. I caressed my legs, shoulders, abdomen and breasts with my hands. It felt so nice. I started rubbing my clit. He told me, “Stick ‘em in, stick your fingers in your pussy.” I did! He told me, “Slide ‘em in and out, and imagine it’s me. Harder, faster. Pull them almost all the way out, then ram them back in!” He asked me if it felt good. I said yes, but that it wasn’t the same as the real thing. He told me he was masturbating while I was telling him what I was doing and while he was telling me what to do. He told me, “Put a finger on your clit—easy, slowly. Put another one up your pussy.”
I whispered, “It’s so tight, I wish you were here, it’d feel so good.”
He told me to try to imagine it was his cock inside me. He asked me how many fingers I had up my pussy. I sighed, “One.” He told me to put in two. I did. I started trembling. I was soaking wet, and I started coming and coming. It felt so great. I had never finger-fucked myself like that before and listening to his sexy voice made it even better. I wanted him so badly that I ached.
I slowed down and relaxed a little. He asked me how I was doing, and I said, “Great.”
He said, “You can rest now—I’m just about to come.” That really excited me, and I started sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy. Faster and faster, I started rocking my hips. I was coming again. Over and over. I could hear him breathing harder, coming. He said, “Hold on, baby!” We both came. It was fantastic, as fantastic as a fuck over the phone can be. We caught our breath and talked a little more, confessing that that was the first encounter of that type for both of us—but not the last. Name and address withheld
When my husband goes on an extended business trip, phone sex is a great way to reach out and touch each other.
As the time for his call draws near, I lie on the bed, nude, next to the phone. My nipples are erect and I have to force myself not to stroke myself to orgasm. Then the phone rings. We do everything to each other right over the phone. He starts by “fucking” me and then I tell him to put it in my mouth. Sometimes, as I “suck” him, I put a hot dog in my mouth to add an extra amount of oral stimulation. As I feel myself starting to go off, I squeal into the phone, “I’m coming…Listen to me come…” and I hold the phone next to my pussy and sing out my orgasmic contractions.
When he feels his orgasm coming on, he tells me to take him into my mouth. He then places a plastic bag over the receiver and shoots his sperm all over the mouthpiece. I can easily hear his heavy, gushing spurts.
We enjoy phone sex so much that we have installed another line in our house and call each other from different rooms as a change from regular foreplay. Name and address withheld
Although I really enjoy the letters in your magazine, I still have a hard time believing them. They usually sound so unreal. However, even if they aren’t true they still get my cock hard. My wife is not into blowjobs or unusual sex, so I have to take care of myself.
After reading some letters and looking at pictures, I smoke some dope and get nice and high. Then I get out my toys. Sometimes I rub a vibrator all over my thighs, cock and balls, making them hard and throbbing. When I put a tight rubber band around them it causes a tingling that feels wonderful. While jerking myself off, I fantasize about having my cock sucked by Seka, the sex star, or some other woman who knows how to suck cock and eat come like an expert. But just when I’m ready to come, I put my balls in a bowl of ice water! Sometimes I can shoot my come two or three feet away. It feels terrific, and the orgasm combined with the ganja makes me feel a buzz for a long time.
If I’m especially horny, I lay myself upside down against the back of the headboard on my bed so that my mouth is under my cock. This way I can jerk myself off and, when I’m about to come, I curl myself up so that with a couple of good strokes I can shoot all my semen into my mouth and swallow it! I have thought of sucking another man’s cock and having him come in my mouth at the same time, but I think what I really want is a simple blowjob, one so good that I pass out from it. I’ve tried a few hookers, but most of them are terrible cocksuckers.
Anyway, I figured it would be great if I could do it myself. For any man who hasn’t tried it, it is a real kick to come in your own mouth. Of course it would be much better to come in some woman’s mouth while she is trying to suck you dry. Someday maybe I will run into a woman who really likes to suck cock and swallow come. I would love to meet a woman who is just like the women I read about in Penthouse Letters, but, somehow, I just don’t believe they really exist.
In the meantime, keep those letters hot and heavy so I can unload my cock while reading them. Name and address withheld
I read your magazine quite often. It has inspired me to write. I am an exhibitionist, and I love it when women catch me scoping them out.
My wife and I have had a long-lasting friendship with Toni and Kevin, another couple from our hometown. It wasn’t long after we met that I started noticing Toni’s gorgeous body. What a sex kitten! I often wonder why it took as long as it did for me to notice those long, lean legs, round, firm tits and jean-strangled pussy-lips just waiting to be sucked.
It seems like suddenly I was constantly jerking off while fantasizing about her. I couldn’t stop myself. I had always imagined that she was the kind of girl who loves to tease guys and watch their dicks get big in their pants. To get my rocks off, I pictured her fucking herself with a giant dildo while watching an X-rated video.
I had never actually believed that she did these things. I just imagined her doing them so I could shoot my load. Recently, however, I discovered that she is a regular subscriber to your magazine. This convinced me that she is at least interested in seeing and reading about guys and gals getting off.
A few months ago, I went out to Toni and Kevin’s ranch for a surprise visit. I knew prior to the visit that Kevin was out of town, but I had no intention of doing anything with Toni. I would never cheat on my wife. However, I love playing games and showing off my big bulge when I’m around a babe that turns me on. Toni is definitely one of them!
Nevertheless, when I arrived at their ranch, there wasn’t anyone in sight. I knocked on the door, acknowledged that no one was home, and then decided to go in anyway because the door was open. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I just knew I was hot and horny and needed to get myself off somehow. I walked into the bedroom and, to my surprise, I found assorted lingerie and panties spread out on the bed. There was also an issue of Penthouse Letters lying on the floor.
My cock was throbbing in my jeans. I whipped it out and began to fantasize about Toni while beating myself off. I thumbed through the pages of your hot magazine, knowing that Toni must’ve become hot and horny while looking at it. Soon I exploded my hot, milky semen all over one of the pages. I left the magazine open, hoping Toni would return and find my wet, sticky message.
I don’t know if she ever noticed it because I haven’t seen much of her lately. But I am happy I had the pleasure of jacking off in her bedroom without her realizing what I had done.
The one thing I haven’t done yet is expose my bulge to her. She’ll know I’m the one who wrote this letter if she ever reads it. I’m hoping that she will come across this letter and respond by visiting me very soon. I’ll be wearing some tight shorts that outline my eager prick. Name and address withheld