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.
As this century of the great sexual revolution wanes, one wonders if George Meredith wasn’t premature in his nineteenth-century judgment that woman is “the last thing civilized by man.” Today’s woman, after all, is so proud and uninhibited about her sexuality that she often flaunts it. And while enjoying sex without male participation is nothing new for women, this age of high technology and female liberation has brought a novel twist or two, as these letters amply testify.
Elaine’s letter: I am twenty-three years old, about five feet five inches tall and have sky-blue eyes to go along with my platinum blonde hair. I have just experienced an exhilarating sexual encounter that I must share with you,
I am a coed in my second year at a small western college. After spending my first year living at home with my parents, I decided to move into an apartment with another coed who had advertised in the local paper for a roommate. Audrey, my roommate, is nineteen years old and studying art, We became good friends right away and spent many hours between our studies talking about all sorts of things—especially sex. Audrey always listened intently when I’d describe the sex I’d had with several of my dates. She asked questions about my body and was particularly interested in how it felt to have a boy going down on my pussy.
Audrey is a gorgeous girl. She often walked around the apartment wearing only a sheer lace bra and panties. She seemed to enjoy my looking at her body. She spent a lot of time with other girls around campus but didn’t seem to have any boyfriends. I began to wonder why she often stayed out all night with her female friends. When I asked about this, she explained that before she realized it, it would get too late to come home and so she would just stay over at whichever girl’s house she was at.
One day last semester Audrey told me about the new art class on her schedule. One of the assignments was for her to paint a nude. When she said she doubted that she’d be able to find anyone to pose for her, I volunteered to sit for her. “You mean it?” she exclaimed. “You’d be the perfect model.” She assured me that she’d be the only one to see me in the nude, but I wasn’t worried because I’m proud of my body and often sunbathed naked on our balcony.
When the time came, I met her at her workroom late in the evening. We were alone as far as I could tell. She had me strip down, smiling slightly as she watched me do so. She wanted me to lie on a white bearskin rug, which was positioned under some bright lights. I lay on my stomach, bracing my chin with both hands. Audrey stood behind her easel. Although I couldn’t see her well in the lighting, I did notice that she was wearing a short yellow smock and that her legs were bare. She spent a few minutes preparing her canvas and then said there was something she didn’t like about my pose. She had me roll over on my side, facing her, and asked me to prop up one leg, thus exposing my labia. She obviously liked what she saw, for she began complimenting me on my “gorgeous” cunt and tits.
I was somewhat embarrassed at first to have my nudity so extravagantly praised by another woman, but something about it excited me, too. Audrey is of Eurasian descent, which makes her appear both exotic and erotic. To have such a beautiful woman tell me she approved of my body sent chills up and down my spine. I was actually starting to get wet between my legs, something I didn’t think another woman could make me do.
Audrey was still displeased with my pose, however. She came toward me and suddenly untied her smock, letting it hang open in the front. She wasn’t wearing anything else except a pair of panties. Her large round breasts jostled slightly as she moved closer. She smiled coyly and asked me to sit up—and then she told me how she had been longing for me, wanting for a long time to make it with me. Her boldness startled me at first, but as I gazed at those sumptuous boobs of hers, my resistance to her overtures very quickly faded,
Audrey came closer and allowed her smock to drop from her smooth shoulders. As it fell to the floor, she embraced me. Her skin was naturally tan, without a single flaw. The feel of her firm tits, pressed against me, made me moan with delight. I threw my head back and sighed with total pleasure.
“I see you want me as much as I want you,” Audrey said. I was so worked up from having her breasts against mine that I couldn’t deny her. She immediately stepped out of her panties and placed her wide-open mouth over my mouth, inserting her luscious tongue between my lips. As our tongues intertwined in passionate combat, her right hand massaged my left breast tenderly. We sank down together—still embracing and kissing—to the bearskin rug.
She lay on top of me so that our twats were rubbing each other. I placed my hands on her smooth ass-cheeks and pressed her even more tightly to me. She rotated her hips so our pussies ground against one another. Groaning loudly, I was soon about to have an orgasm. Audrey sensed this and slowed down to prolong our pleasure. She removed her tongue from my mouth and slid it down to my breasts, flicking it expertly around my nipples. Then she licked her way down slowly to my slippery wet bush. She gently spread my legs apart and slipped her tongue as deep into my cleft as she could. I shuddered with delight as Audrey’s tongue danced and probed about my love-hole. She began licking in an upward motion across my clit, using long, steady strokes and sometimes pausing to suck on my much-aroused joy-button. After what seemed like an eternity of pure bliss, I quivered, shook and finally quaked in the throes of the most fantastic climax I’ve ever felt in my life.
She lay down next to me, stroking my hair as we rested. I told her how much I’d enjoyed her lovemaking, and with a twinkle in my eye, I told her it was now my turn to please her. She smiled and said, “I’ve been waiting for three months to hear you say that!” With that encouragement, I hurriedly slid my head down to Audrey’s cunt to get my first taste of a woman. I kissed her bushy mound over and over again. Her pelvis began to gyrate as I did this. Her curly black pubic hair felt soft as down against my lips. When my eager tongue found her clit, I continued to lick and suck her hungrily as her warm juices flowed into my mouth. They tasted sweet as honey. What turned me on most, though, was the realization that I was giving Audrey so much pleasure. I sucked so hard and deep that my nose pushed up against her clit, and this really caused her to squeal with delight.
“Harder! Harder!” she begged. I inserted my middle finger into her vagina and began pushing it in and out. Her hole was hot and pulsating, I continued to lick and suck on her clit and pump my finger into her until she exploded into fits of throbbing ecstasy.
We left her workroom and went back across the campus to our apartment, hotly anticipating a resumption of our girl-on-girl lovemaking. We held hands as we climbed the stairs to our door. Audrey rubbed my ass tenderly as I fumbled with the key. My heart was racing with such excitement that it took awhile for me to get the door unlocked.
The rest of the night was full of indescribable delights. Audrey and I consummated our new intimacy in every beautiful way possible—and we still continue to do so regularly. I have never received as much pleasure elsewhere as I get from Audrey. She doesn’t spend much time with any other girls on campus anymore. Their loss is certainly my gain.
Krista’s letter: I am twenty-five, five feet eight inches, with red hair. Guys love to watch me and I love them watching, I get aroused when men stare for a long time or I hear a sexy comment from one of them. Both of my jobs let me indulge in my love of being watched. I am a secretary and receptionist in a very busy office and I also work part-time as a lifeguard.
In the office, I try to wear tops and blouses to show off my tits, and skirts to show off my long legs. I always leave an extra button on my blouse open so the guys can get a glance at my cleavage and sexy bras. I love sexy bras, camisoles, teddys, and all types of sexy underthings because the guys love them too! I don’t really need a bra as my tits are quite firm, but I dress them up in something sexy when I have a blouse on. When I wear a sweater I usually go braless so my nipples can poke through the soft material. My skirts are usually a bit short so I can give a good leg shot at my desk. I love it when I catch a client sneaking a look at my legs or when a client lingers at my desk talking idly while staring down my blouse. From time to time while I’m being stared at, I slip a small pink vibrator into my already wet pussy. Then it’s off to the ladies’ room for a few private orgasms.
While I’m lifeguarding I really get to show off my body. I have a bunch of very brief one-piece suits and an even dozen teeny bikinis. I usually wear the bikinis while at the outdoor pool in spring and summer, while I wear the one-piece ones at the indoor pool during fall and winter. My favorite one piece is cut very high on the legs and scoops low at the top to show off my tits. The best part is that when this suit gets wet, the white fabric is almost completely transparent. The guys can’t wait to get me wet in this one and I love it more than they do. They always ask where my tan lines are and I tell them I don’t have any because I always tan in the nude in my backyard.
As I write this a guy is waiting for me to hit the pool so he can sneak a peek through my transparent white swimsuit. Gotta get wet. Bye for now.
Dorothy’s letter: A conversation I recently had with my daughter stirred some powerful memories of a sexual experience I’d had in my college days—memories that may prove interesting to your readers.
I am in my fifties and divorced. My husband left me for a younger woman several years ago, I am still attractive, having kept my body in good shape, so I date several different men. I am wary of getting too close to them, however, and I have refrained from having sexual relations with any of them.
That’s what had my daughter worried. She was concerned that I should have the benefit of sexual gratification and she asked if I was doing anything toward that end. I said yes, that I did usually masturbate in bed at night before going to sleep. She suggested that maybe I would find a vibrator helpful, explaining that she used one whenever her husband Bob was out of town on business.
Well, her mention of a vibrator reminded me of the first time I had ever seen one—more than thirty years ago in college, when an incident occurred that I had almost forgotten about.
In 1954 I was attending a prestigious college for women in New England. Although this was before the days of women’s liberation, when frank discussions about sex were not heard in so-called polite society, we were a fairly enlightened group at the school. Since men were in short supply, most of us got our sexual relief from masturbation. Various techniques of masturbation were even a topic of conversation among my closer friends.
The most intriguing technique, I recall, was with a vibrator, which in those days was an exotic experimental device. Our college boasted a progressive, well-respected psychology department and several of the faculty were doing research on female orgasms. They had a scientific interest in the use of vibrators. They would apply such a device to the clitoris of an inorgasmic woman and record what effect it had.
One of my closest friends, Vicky, a psychology major, got hold of one of these vibrators. After she told us how wonderfully it worked, we were all anxious to try it. We agreed to meet that Friday night in the sitting room in Vicky’s sorority house.
I remember that I got ready for that night as if I were going out on a big date. I wore my newest pair of white silk panties, a white garter belt, a pair of nylon stockings, a tight, medium-length gray flannel skirt and a frilly white blouse. I left my bra off, which in those days was considered a daring thing to do.
When I arrived at the sorority house, six other girls were already there. The sitting room was familiar to most of us because we’d often necked there on Saturday nights. Our dates and us would just fondle discreetly—although sometimes I’d let the boy’s hand explore under my skirt—until curfew. Then, with our panties drenched, we girls would go back to our rooms and take matters into our own hands.
This time, however, we knew we wouldn’t be leaving the sitting room unsatisfied. A couple of other girls were dressed up like me, but all the rest were wearing housecoats or bathrobes. Some wore underwear and some wore nothing underneath. I sat down on a love seat, next to my friend Lucy. The other girls sat either on the sofa or in rocking chairs, or on cushions that Vicky had scattered on the floor.
As at most all-girl schools, there were definite lesbian tendencies among some of my sister students, but I assure you, everyone in this group was straight as an arrow. We weren’t interested in touching each other but only in learning a modern new way to relieve our sexual tensions.
We agreed to run our little session like a bridal shower. First Vicky would show us how the vibrator worked and then we would pass it around for everyone else to try in turn. Vicky pulled out a heavy chrome instrument, only a bit smaller than an iron, and plugged its long electrical cord into a wall socket. She strapped it on her right hand. “This, girls, is a vibrator,” she said, “and this is how you use it.”
She switched the vibrator on and it made a low buzzing noise. She opened her robe and sat down in a rocking chair with her feet propped on the coffee table in front of her. Since Vicky was a modest girl, she didn’t take off any of her clothes—camisole, bra and white cotton panties. Placing her right hand on her crotch, she said, “It’s a lot like the usual way you play with yourself, except you hold your hand still and the vibrator does all the work.” Her hips started to rotate rhythmically and she curled her toes. “This way your hand doesn’t get tired—and you can come practically forever.”
Vicky soon began bucking her hips. She bit on her fist, trying to control her moaning and groaning. I saw a wet spot spreading over the crotch of her panties and, I must confess, mine were in a similar state. Unconsciously I had slouched down in my seat and was feeling my breasts and rapidly hardening nipples. Vicky arched her back, let out a loud moan and came so violently that her rocking chair almost capsized.
“Vicky, don’t be a hog,” said Carol, who was sitting on the floor beside the rocking chair. “It’s my turn now!”
Carol stood up and took her robe off. Her slim body was totally naked. I stared at her glistening pussy as she took the vibrator from Vicky and strapped it to her right hand. She lay down with the vibrator-equipped hand upon her bush and the other fondling her breasts. She began thrashing and moaning almost immediately, climaxing several times before she relinquished the vibrator to Louise.
Louise strapped the vibrator to Lucy’s hand. Lucy was still sitting next to me. She blushed as she raised her ass from the love seat and pulled her skirt up to her waist “I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to try it,” Lucy said to me. She pulled her panties down to her ankles, laid the vibrator upon her vulva, switched it on and let it work its magic.
I couldn’t wait, either, so I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled up my skirt. I fondled my breast with my right hand as my left found its familiar route beneath the waistband of my panties to my pussy. I started masturbating the old-fashioned way. When Lucy came via the vibrator, I came, too.
When I opened my eyes and looked around the room, I saw that all the other girls had followed my lead and were busily masturbating. It was quite a sight. There we were, some of the most intelligent, privileged, sophisticated young women in America—and all of us hungrily playing with ourselves like wantons. The room was filled with the squishy, liquid sounds of fingers exploring wet pussies, and with the sighs and moans of ecstasy. We passed the vibrator around the room at least three times that night. Most of us also got off at least once by hand.
That was our first and last group-masturbation session, but we all took turns afterwards borrowing Vicky’s wonderful sex toy. We each had use of the vibrator one night a week. My night was Tuesday, while my roommate was at a French-club meeting. The rest of the week I quietly played with myself while my roommate slept, but it was second-best, and I eagerly looked forward to the weekly orgy with my new-fangled machine. At the end of the semester, however, Vicky graduated—and with her went the vibrator. This was 1954, remember, when the corner drugstore didn’t sell vibrators, so I made do with my hands from then on…
Until my daughter recently bought me a vibrator of my own. The technology has certainly improved since my initial encounter with such a device more than three decades ago. My new vibrator is a sleek plastic model with a quiet motor that operates on batteries. It has three speeds and interchangeable shafts that resemble virile penises. So now, as I sit in front of the television, fantasizing about the handsome actors I see on shows like “Dallas” and “Dynasty,” I happily keep buzzing away at my pussy, giving myself orgasm after orgasm.
I haven’t seen Vicky since her graduation so long ago, but if I run into her at our next class reunion, I’ll be sure to tell her about my new vibrator and to ask whatever happened to the one that helped a bunch of horny college girls get through that cold New England winter thirty-odd years ago.
Gina’s letter: I work as a paralegal for a law firm in Boston and just have to write and tell you about the best sex of my life. I’m twice-married, twice-divorced and have a nine-year-old son from my first marriage. Through all this I never once had an orgasm. Finally, perhaps out of desperation, in the middle of a busy day at the office, I began to think about masturbating.
Although I’d tried fingering myself before, it had never done anything for me. I began rummaging through my desk for something to use in place of my finger. I grabbed a pencil that had a large eraser on it the kind you put on the pencil after the original has been worn away . I also grabbed a big, fat marker pen. I happen to have a private bathroom in my office, so I went inside and began fucking myself with the marker. I pushed it as far into my cunt as possible—without losing the cap, that is. I straddled the toilet seat, spread my pussy lips far apart and, with the pencil, began “erasing” my clit. I tickled my tits with my free hand at the same time and, before I knew what was happening, I came so keenly that afterward I thought to myself, “I’ll never want a man again.”
As I orgasmed, my cunt took in every inch of the marker and oozed my juices all over the toilet seat! After that experience, which only took about five minutes, I began “erasing” my clit almost daily.
Last June, when the office’s mail boy, Tony, brought me some documents to sign, I was in the bathroom, enjoying my special pleasure. Tony waited in my office and when I didn’t come out, he knocked to ask if I was okay. I immediately got an idea that made my cunt throb. I took my skirt completely off and opened the door. Tony looked shocked but came in anyway. Without saying a word, I straddled the toilet seat and went to work on my clit. Tony, when he overcame his amazement, instinctively pulled out his dick and started pumping it. He came up to me and grabbed for my tits. I pushed him away and told him that I only wanted him to watch! He began beating his meat furiously—which turned me on even more—and we both soon came in a flurry of come and juices!
While cleaning up, I said to Tony, “Why not let the boss in on our fun?!” He and I talked it over and then, laughing hysterically, we ran down the hall to drop my cunt-soaked pencil on the boss’ desk! He’s a habitual eraser-chewer, so you can appreciate the delight I feel whenever I see that pencil in his mouth!
When Americans take a quick trip, we usually like to jump in a shiny set of wheels and hit the highway. And our neighbors in other countries are following suit. This nation’s highways are the veins of our huge continent. We travel from place to place on them, find amusements on them, sleep at the cheap motels lining them, and sometimes we just dream about them. It’s no wonder so many of our fantasies—blood-infused sexual heat running through these veins—include amorous hitchhikers on highways. The lithe bodies of lost women and the built, knapsacked backs of dark-browed men often offer all the intrigue and explosive sex the traveler has been searching for. Despite the dangers of inviting strangers in from the cold, it hasn’t begun to dampen our romanticism about seducing on the road. L.D.
Jason’s letter: I’m nineteen years old and I attend a small college in eastern Pennsylvania. My adventure started when my friend Tom decided to visit a mutual friend from high school. He asked me to go along. It had been two years since we had seen each other and a reunion sounded like a good idea. On the way up all I could think about was getting laid. Believe me, you can get a lot of hard-ons on a long haul!
Well, we finally arrived and before I knew it a week had passed without an opportunity for me to blow my cork. Being very frustrated the night before we were to leave, I masturbated to a wild and wet fantasy I dreamed up. I imagined myself being sucked and fucked by two women at one time. I got off several times that night, but the only place I came was in my hand.
Well, soon enough we were on our way home. Tom drove the entire way. We had just crossed the state line into Pennsylvania when I saw something I had never seen before. Believe it or not, I saw two bottomless women. Tom and I were mesmerized by the whole scene. One girl was standing up, her ass facing the road the other girl sat on the ground with her pants around her ankles. She had two fingers shoved up her cunt. I couldn’t believe that this was really happening.
Tom pulled over alongside the road and we got out of the van. Luckily, I had my camera with me, but I only had two pictures left. I started to take a picture when I noticed that Tom had his cock out, stroking it. The girls saw us and motioned us toward them. By now my dick was straining and I knew if I didn’t feel some relief soon, I was going to have a sticky mess on my hands. With camera in tow we started to run, falling down an embankment and tripping through a brier patch. Upon closer inspection, one of the girls was fat and the other skinny. We just looked at each other for a moment before I managed the courage to say. “Wanna fuck?” But when they just kept masturbating I took the incentive and pulled out my cock. I walked over and started rubbing it along the crack of the skinny girl’s ass-cheeks. Tom’s girl I’ll call her Mary motioned for him. There was no wasting time, and they started fucking right away. My girl I will call her Sheila finally stopped pumping her fingers and leaned over the car even further, yelling at me to shove it in. Well, believe me, I was in no position to argue. She pulled her butt-cheeks wide apart and in slid my proud eight inch boner. I was so happy I didn’t care who was watching but little did I know, more people were watching than I thought. I had forgotten we were fucking along a major highway! For a moment all I heard was a lot of moans, but then I turned around to see a major traffic jam with cars stopped all over the road, horns blowing and many people watching intently. All I said was, “Oh shit!” Sheila was moaning louder than ever and I knew it was time for her as well as it was for me.
Then I heard the worst part—sirens. I said, “Oh hell, why me!” I reached orgasm just as I was pulling out. With my pants around my ankles and jism shooting everywhere, I said, “Sheila, this is where we part.” She kissed me quickly and jumped into her car, but not before saying thanks. Tom was eating Mary out like there was no tomorrow and I could see he didn’t care about the audience, so all I could say was, “Let’s go, it’s the cops!” Well, Tom got up with only his shirt on and was running frantically for the van. I said my good-byes again and also started running, but to no avail, for the police were all over the place. So instead of heading to the van we hid in the woods for about two hours until everything calmed down. We made it back to the van only to find out we had been ticketed for illegal parking. The fine was small but the memory of this experience will last forever.
Cara’s letter: We met in a most unusual way. He was hitchhiking, and I was homeless, yet owned a car. I picked him up—God! He was a stone-fox! He was tall with a lanky build and sprouted bleached-from-the-sun blond curls. A lazy grin rested easily with his good features, and he had the most wicked hazel eyes—that deepened boyishly, when he pointed his mischievous grin at me. Our gaze held for a moment and I started to melt, my thoughts turning to sex immediately. I felt myself begin to blush and, in embarrassment, I turned away. He was perfectly relaxed, and pretended not to notice. I did my best to hide my desire, but it was most difficult. Hell, I even got off on the little turquoise and silver cross earring he wore. I swear, in my eyes, he looked good enough to eat.
Casually, he asked me if I was doing anything, and when I replied “No,” he invited me to his apartment to party with him and his friends. I agreed. He directed me there. When we arrived, the party was already in progress. Andrew and his friends were an accepting group and I felt right at home. We listened to some great jamming music—George Thorogood—on the box, got a little high, and drank some beer actually, it was quite a bit more than some . The party was terrific and helped me unwind I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Much later, I asked Andrew if he’d mind me using his shower before I left. He just smiled at me and said, “Go right ahead.” So, I did just that. While I was in the shower, his friends went home. The music was still playing when I emerged from the bathroom, feeling fresh and dewy, clad in a loose-fitting summer gown.
I was surprised to find him laying in his bed, wide awake, beneath a sheet. His face was wearing that same grin. He asked me if he could get a favor from me. Uh-oh, I thought, here it comes, the strings. But instead he said, “I’ve been working real hard all this week. Do you think you could give me a back rub?” I was astounded! A back rub—was I relieved! What harm could there be in a back rub? Right?
I’d foreseen no harm in his request, so I began my task with a practiced touch and gave him a thorough massage. It had been too damned long since I’d touched a man—a real man—that could turn me on like he did—Hell! I got wet just giving him that back rub. When I was finished he rolled over and sat up in one fluid movement and said, “Thank you, baby,” in that husky, softly accented drawl of his. And then he leaned over, wrapped his strong arms around me, and kissed my surprised mouth. His kiss was soft at first, and deepened as his lips parted my own. I knew his passion was starting to rise as I could feel him trembling slightly through his fingertips—mine were already inflamed, but I still wasn’t sure if this was right.
“It’s been a long time since I cuddled up to someone, Cara. You’re welcome to lay down with me if you’d like, or you can have the sofa for the night. It’s your choice, babe.” Wow! I was touched by the honesty, and the fact that he’d left the decision up to me. Well, that did it! I laid down on my side beside him and he curled his body behind mine. When his rock-hard thighs, stomach and cock pushed closely onto my ass—I was lost—I knew there was no changing my mind now. No way! No way in hell would I stop this.
I rolled over toward him, starting to kiss him as he held me, softly at first, then more fervently as my passion grew. It ended hot and wet and all too soon. I kissed and nibbled his neck and throat, lightly biting his shoulder while working my way with butterfly kisses alternating with sucking all the way back up his neck to his earlobe. I suckled and teased it with my hot, wet tongue, then plowed the little hole with it. He growled his pleasure, saying gruffly, his voice hoarse with passion, “Yes, baby. Hell, yes! I love it when you eat me!” I commenced to devour him!
Raining wet kisses all over his chest, sucking and tonguing the sensitive hollows until he moaned with sheer pleasure gave me the feeling of power—it was like a drug—intoxicating, oh so satisfying. I did turn him on . . . and how! He caressed and manipulated my nipples until they were as hard as pencil erasers. I was totally lost in the sensation he was creating within me. When finally his lips, tongue and teeth began working on my nipples, I went totally mad, my hips gyrating feverishly and the moans escaping from my lips as I kept saying, “God, yes! Yes!” I could barely contain myself as I had my first orgasm. I needed to go down on him, but he had other plans. I was so hot! He trailed a searing path of kisses down my stomach all the way to my dripping-wet pussy. He buried his whole face in my snatch, tonguing and sucking my clit until I screamed aloud, “Please…please. . . no more. Fuck me, baby…or let me suck you!” He gave my dripping cunt a good-bye kiss that sent shivers all the way up and down my spine. He kissed his way slowly back to my face where he whispered roughly, “God, you taste sweet, honey,” and then we kissed again.
Gently, I pushed him onto his back and kissed my way down to his rock-hard, throbbing cock and gave it a tentative lick. The head was soft and droplets of pre-come whetted my appetite for more.
I went down on his cock like I never had before. I sucked, tongued and lightly nibbled at the shaft while he bucked wildly and his hands continued to tease my aching nipples. I paid close attention to the vein, giving it extra firm bursts of tongue lashings as I worked my way up and down his dick sideways. At last I closed my mouth over the head and he sighed his pleasure audibly. God, his pre-come tasted so sweet as I eagerly sucked and tongued his engorged cock with my mouth while I moved first slowly up and down…up and down, faster…and faster. Then, I slowed my pace from the bobbing motion and began swallowing, swallowing, a little more each downstroke until the head was deep in my throat. “Yes, God yes!” he whispered hoarsely and then I stuck my tongue out of my mouth and began to lick lightly at the base of his dick…and then his sweet nuts. God, he was going totally mad with the near ecstasy I was creating within him. At last, he said gruffly, “God, I’ve got to have you.” Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, I released his throbbing cock from my throat, all the while tonguing him until at last I gave the velvety soft, wet head a sweet, loving, hot kiss. Then, I kissed my way up to his mouth and kissed him. He kissed me back, open-mouthed, and then he positioned me for entry. One last kiss and neither of us could stand the waiting any longer. It was explosive.
He plunged his stiff, throbbing dick into my slick, waiting flesh and thrust deeply where I had been needing his touch the most. Up, down in, out faster, faster, then slowly, almost to the point of driving me into madness, until I begged, “Please…give it to me!” And he did. An experienced and talented lover, he drove his hard cock into my needful pussy—harder and harder—and I came three more times until we both exploded at last, together, in the final breadth of ecstasy. Together, we lay in each other’s arms that way, until nature changed our positions for us, each of us bathed in a glistening film of sweat, panting from the exertion, and smiling in the wonder that is afterglow. We fell apart and collapsed, satisfied and feeling loved. My Andrew had treated me to the best loving of any man I’d ever slept with, and am I ever happy to this day that I said yes to that first back rub.
Martin’s letter: A few years ago when I was married, my wife and I would regularly ride along a river that ran twenty miles down a scenic highway. This was the best route to the beach. We wore our swimsuits on our motorcycles. This one day my wife’s bike was not running right so she climbed on the back of mine and we were off.
She put her arms around me, hung on tight and began to play with my cock and balls through my swimsuit. In no time at all I was fully aroused and had a nice hard-on. I told her to stop before I indelicately showed her just what she was doing to me. Needless to say, she didn’t stop and I repeated my warning. We were coming up on a section of road that swung very close to the river, and there was a nice mowed area with a picnic table sitting by the water so I pulled in and stopped next to the table.
Getting off the motorcycle I said, “Look at this whopper,” and took out my cock. “You grew it and now you’re going to get it, right here right now.” I told her to sit on the table and undress. I stripped in minutes and was standing there with no clothes on, just a huge hard-on. She was on the picnic table, nude with her pussy and tits staring at me. I took my cock in my hand, walked over and asked her to kiss it for me. As she took it all in her pretty mouth, she was getting a little worked up, so I played with her tits as she licked all over my cock. I laid her down on the table, pulled myself on top at her and started grinding. Hours had passed by now and it was getting dark outside, but we still had not come yet—we were just getting extra horny. About that time we began to notice the cars up on the highway passing us by only a few feet away. As they came around the curve you could see the headlights shine on our bodies as we tumbled in a 69 position. Finally the car drove down to us and as it stopped I noticed a red light shining through the trees. Out came a police officer and he said, “Hey, what’s going on here?” I answered, “Well, sir, I’m just fucking my wife like a good husband should do, that’s all sir,” as I continued to give her my cock. The police officer walked up to the table where my wife was groaning in pleasure and stood alongside. I never missed a stroke. The cop said, “Okay folks, break it up.”
Well, he made us get up, get dressed and show our driver’s licenses to see if we had the same name and address. We knew they matched and we proved it to him. The cop gave us a wary stare, then he hopped back into the car and drove away. Even after the cop left, with a final warning, of course, we weren’t frightened away. I didn’t want to leave until I had blown my wad all over my wife. I love to tit-fuck her—her tits are not huge but the nipples are so sensitive she loves it. I told her to put my cock between her tits and squeeze. She did, and as I was humping her tits she was licking the head. In just a few minutes I felt it come. I shot my wad all over her tits and neck and she just loved it. I really gave her a load which she and I rubbed into her tits and chest. Finally, we dressed, left the remains of another good climax and rode off.
Maybe it’s the exhibitionist in all of us, getting off on the possibility of being seen by passing strangers. Maybe it’s the open road—something new, never seen before, always waiting just over the next hill. Maybe it’s the nostalgia of half-remembered nights spent fumbling in the back seat with too little room and steamed-up windows. And maybe it’s simply physical, the constant throb of an engine applied directly where it counts, like one big turbo-charged vibrator. Whatever the reason, cars do get our engines racing. H.M.
Jill’s letter: I work in a local mall selling laser lithographic photographs. On this particular day business had been quite slow, and by two o’clock in the afternoon I was getting extremely bored. To help relieve my boredom I began to watch the good-looking men walking by. One man seemed to be walking a hundred miles a minute, so I called out to him to slow down and take a look at my exotic photographs. After talking with him for about half an hour we exchanged names and phone numbers. Bobby, a long-distance trucker, told me he would phone me when he got back from taking a load to Calgary.
Several days later Bobby phoned and said he had a few hours to spare before he had to go to Medicine Hat, in Alberta. He wanted to know if I would like to drop by his place for a couple of drinks I told him I would be there in about an hour. Just before I left I phoned my boss and she told me that I wouldn’t be needed for a few days. I tried hard to conceal my excitement, and as soon as I got off the phone I thought, I’m not getting left behind. I snatched my suitcase and whirled around my apartment, grabbing clothes from every direction, taking everything I thought I might need while on the trip.
After I got to his place, Bobby and I talked and drank for a while and then he popped the question. He asked me if I wanted to go to Alberta with him. I told him my suitcase was packed. All I had to do was go out to my car and get it. His face was full of surprise, so I nonchalantly told him that it was just my Aquarian nature to be adventurous.
We had been driving along for three or four hours, and I had been teasing Bobby for the last hour of it. By now I could see that he could no longer contain his desire. In fact, it was staring me in the face. Bobby’s jeans went down around his ankles and his cock was being a perfect gentleman—standing respectfully at attention. He asked me to make love to him while he was driving. I might be crazy, I thought, but this guy is insane.
I gave it some serious thought for a few seconds, and decided to take a chance and try something challenging. I have to admit, though, that I was totally terrified.
Skeptically, I climbed onto Bobby’s lap, but my emotions were mixed in that I was excited and petrified at the same time. I was absolutely convinced that he wouldn’t be able to drive properly. I had visions of us plunging five hundred feet into the churning waters of the Thompson River. I imagined us dying together in a watery grave, locked together for eternity.
When I first let Bobby enter me he must have thought rigor mortis had set in, because I was stiff as a corpse. I was as frigid as his cock was rigid. My mind was racing wildly. Even if we didn’t die, what if the other truckers saw us madly making love? However, the more we bounced along, the better Bobby’s airseat acted like a shock absorber. The bigger the bump we went over, the better the sensation was. Soon I relaxed and started to enjoy myself. Before long I didn’t care if the whole world saw us. Bobby’s cock felt like a stick of dynamite ready to explode. The vibration of the airseat made me feel like I was screwing a jackhammer. Finally, we reached the point of no return.
I told Bobby that whatever he did he shouldn’t stop fucking me. I dug my fingernails into Bobby’s shoulder and pumped myself up and down on Bobby’s cock. Glancing out of the window I saw a train, and began a regular pistonlike motion while Billy sped up, trying to outrun the train.
Our love juices were cascading down my legs like Niagara Falls. Wrapping my legs even tighter around Billy, I was determined to stay on him until my energy and his cock were drained. I was coming so violently that it was causing the truck to vibrate down the Trans-Canada Highway.
When I was coming back down to earth from the upper reaches of cloud nine, I realized what a precarious position we had been in. However, the natural high was so intense, electrifying and thrilling that it more than made up for the scary situation we had put ourselves in. I thought to myself, Well, if we had died at least we would have gone out in a blaze of glory!
Steve’s letter: My wife, Cindy, and I recently bought a new sports car and absolutely love it. Two days ago, Cindy and I had just finished a romantic dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant and were on our way home when my driving experience began. Cindy, a five-foot-eight brunette with the nicest pair of breasts around, began rubbing my drive shaft. It didn’t take long until she had my raw, hard shaft in hand. I quickly adjusted my power seat as she began sucking my rod in just the way she knows I love. My right hand began to roam, as it sometimes will, and found her panties almost dripping wet. She moaned as my index finger entered her wet pussy. Soon I pulled off the main highway onto a side road, as Cindy removed her nylons and panties. She was hot! I further adjusted the driver’s seat to an angle where I could just see over the steering wheel and just touch the gas. The car’s speed dropped to near zero as Cindy climbed onto my solid eight-inch drive shaft, facing forward.
Our motors were now running ninety miles per hour, and the car barely stayed on the road. The power seat seemed to adjust itself, as I could see nothing but the car’s ceiling and Cindy’s beautiful, round ass moving up and down in front of me. Cindy had now taken the wheel but I was in command, driving her. Our temperature gauges went hotter and hotter as I thrust my shaft inside her. Her moist pussy lips engulfed my rock-hard piston with every thrust. We both continued to drive her the car and I her as we passed several other cars. It occurred to me to wonder what they thought, but I wasn’t in any state to think about it for long.
We finally made it back to our house but we were far from finished. With the car in park, Cindy spun around my shaft with perfect timing. Her tongue thrust deep into my mouth. It seemed like hours before we finally came up for air. I unbuttoned her dress to get a look at those beautiful tits I had been fondling from behind for the past hour. Her high beams met my awaiting lips as I licked and sucked her nipples to a rock-hard state. Inside the house, I could hear the dog barking wildly, but at this point we weren’t even a little concerned about what the neighbors thought or saw. With Cindy’s dress around her waist, I could wait no longer. We came together as my fuel injector shot sprays of viscous lubricant into her gear box. We traded special oils as she collapsed into my arms. We finally got half dressed and escaped into the house. Our new car is a true driving/fucking machine.
Dan’s letter: My girlfriend and I have just discovered a fantastic way to pass the time while traveling our nation’s highways. We decided to bring along a copy of Penthouse Letters for her to read aloud while I drove. She lay with her back against the car door and her sexy feet in my lap. I developed an erection while glancing at her crotch, which was pointed my way. She fondled me with her feet and became elated at the discovery of my cock growing hard. “Do you want me to suck on you?” she asked with that coy little smile of hers.
I replied, “Sure, if you want to,” with only slight hesitation as I glanced around for fellow travelers. We were on a lonely stretch of highway with no cars nearby so I lowered my jockey shorts to find that my dick was already at its full length. Settling herself on the seat, she gently took my cock in her hand and lowered her pink tongue to flick the underside of my head.
I stroked her hair as she went down on me, licking and sucking my penis. I moaned as I reached to feel her pussy.
“No, concentrate on the road,” she said. However, most of my concentration was on her head bobbing up and down in my lap. Having to stop while we passed a trucker served only to intensify my passion. I smiled as I thought of him seeing her head disappear below seat level. It wasn’t much longer before her tongue and the suction she was putting on my cock made me arch my hips as I came, thrusting into her mouth. Looking up she said, “I think I got all of it.” Straightening up, she sat back and picked up Penthouse Letters.
I said, “I want you to play with it for me.” Reaching over and opening the glove compartment, I pulled out an eight-inch dildo I had bought at our last stop. “See how this feels against your clit,” I said.
At first hesitant, she became more agreeable as I fingered her pussy, coaxing her along. She lowered her tennis shorts, revealing her thick patch of pubic hair. She slid down in the seat so that her glistening pussy was available. I slid my hand under her ass while she slowly pushed it all the way in. “It’s in,” she said as she fingered her clit. I could hardly keep my eyes on the road.
“How does it feel?” I asked and she replied with a moan, “Fantastic!”
Unfortunately, we were approaching other cars so she had to sit back up and stop. Once we passed the other cars I told her, “Let me make you come.” Saying nothing, she smiled and spread her tanned, sexy legs as she herself began fingering her pink inner lips. I could see her clitoris peeking out from under its hood. I reached down and slid two fingers into her pussy and began a slow in-and-out rhythm. All the while, I was finding it very difficult to concentrate on the road. It wasn’t much longer before she began to shake and I knew she was close. I quickened my movements as she sank her finger deep into her vagina next to mine and came with a shudder. Just then I heard a truck’s horn and I looked up to see a trucker giving me the thumbs up sign!
John’s letter: I am married to a very sexy lady who is five feet seven inches tall, has dark hair, long, beautiful legs and nice round tits. She has thick, dark pussy hair and nice big pussy lips that drive me crazy in her tight pants and shorts. When she has on her bikini panties her lips protrude like a man’s dick. When she gets excited she always flows plenty of juice which I love to drink, as long as she can stand it. She loves to read Penthouse Letters so I thought it would surprise her when she reads about herself and what happened to us coming back from a trip to Orlando, Florida this past summer.
I have always wanted her to show off her charms to other men and women, but she has been reluctant to do so. However, as we were driving home she was laying down with her head in my lap to take a short nap. She was wearing a red skirt—not a miniskirt but shorter than most—and her legs were very visible to the truckers as we would pass them. I decided to see what I could get going, so as we passed one truck I pulled my wife’s skirt up farther so he could see more leg. She woke up immediately and told me to stop it. After a little coaxing, though, I talked her into showing the driver a little more. We slowed down and waited for him to catch up. As he was passing on our right, my heart about to beat out of my chest, I slid her dress up again all the way past her panties. He got a good look at her bulging crotch and the hairs peeking out around the sides. This went on for a while with us passing each other several times, and each time we passed him I would slow down and ride beside him so he could get a good look. Finally I talked her into pulling her panties to the side so he could see it all, which she did for a few seconds. Then we went on past him and she said that was enough. I stayed in the left lane and as he caught up with us again my wife said she wanted him to see her face so she sat up and rolled down the window as he got beside us. She shouted over to him and asked him if he had enjoyed the show. He assured her that he had, and said he wanted some of what he saw and said he wanted to blow me, too. This excited her even more, but we didn’t stop.
After several more truckers saw me playing with her pussy and clit she came like an explosion. I had to wait until we got home before I could relieve my own needs, but I got her off two more times and it sure made a long trip seem shorter.
Kim’s letter: After reading Penthouse Letters, my longtime lover and I decided that we had just the story for you.
Recently my lover and I spent a quiet and relaxing three-day weekend visiting some of his relatives up north. Well, as our sexual life is quite creative and usually extremely active, at the end of the three-day stay with relatives we were both quite horny and ready to explode. Our drive home I was driving began with fondling, petting and a lot of teasing, until neither of us could stand it any longer. Even though it was broad daylight and there were cars going by us in both directions, I slowly removed my tight-fitting jeans as my lover’s cock grew harder. I encouraged him to hold and stroke his hard, throbbing cock while I flicked and massaged my clit. My pussy was already dripping wet and throbbing for my lover’s long, hard cock to be inside me. Not being able to fuck and ride him like I wanted to, I grabbed my snack, a large, long unripe banana, and began to rub it slowly up and down against my clit. Getting even more excited watching my lover’s strokes get faster as he squeezed his cock tighter, I thrust the long, hard banana into my dripping-wet pussy. I gasped with every inch, enjoying my lover so close and watching, knowing he could feel it too.
My legs tightened and the pleasure was so great my eyes were to the point of rolling back into my head. I began to moan and call out my lover’s name with great gasps of breath. We were both ready to explode with ecstasy when we realized we were home. We left the car parked in the driveway and rushed inside to enjoy our ecstasy in our own bed.
What a trip. But this letter is running a close second. My pussy is beginning to throb again just thinking of the excitement of that trip. Everyone in my office is watching me smile and squirm in my seat, and I’m supposed to be working.
According to the Bible, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” And who are we to argue? However, as the following letters suggest, hardly anyone has more fun than the man or woman who lays down for a roll in the hay with a friend. One might naturally be tempted to resist the temptations of getting closer to a seductive acquaintance for fear of ruining a good friendship. Although a little healthy trepidation never hurt anyone, it’s also wise to consider that the best friendships can blossom between the sheets into relationships that satisfy both body and mind. In our first letter, a young widow’s unexpected encounter with an old friend leads to reminiscences of flirtations past. When the reunion moves into the bedroom, she finds out just how satisfying it can be to finally act on desires that had been unspoken for years. Next, virtue is its own orgasmic reward when a guy does a simple favor for his buddy. This story might make you think twice before you ask a pal to give your partner a lift home. Finally, an airline pilot yields to his impulses and his close platonic friendship with a married woman soars to erotic heights both bittersweet and satisfying. And after all is said and done, isn’t that what friends are for? E.McK.
Rita’s letter: I recently had an experience that I would like to share with my fellow Penthouse Letters readers.
First let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Rita. I am in my early twenties and I am a recent widow. I went through a very long period of depression when my husband was killed in a car accident. I was so depressed that I unintentionally lost seventy pounds—which was twenty pounds more than I had intended to lose when I was dieting. Also, since my husband had many accidental death policies, I suddenly found myself financially well off. I only regret that he couldn’t be here to share my new slender body and wealth. After paying off my home and buying a whole new wardrobe—from lingerie to a new fur—I took a leave of absence from work to pursue my writing.
I joined a writers’ guild and booked myself for a three day seminar at a Dallas hotel, reserving the penthouse suite, an extravagance that I had always wanted to indulge in. I arrived a day early to get my bearings and relax. As I surveyed my suite, I found that it included a Jacuzzi in a room with mirrored walls. I immediately started shedding my clothes. As I stood in front of the mirrors, I ran my hands over my slender thighs and up to my waistline and stopped just long enough to cup my small round breasts in each hand.
I lit a candle and a joint and lowered myself into the warm whirling water. I closed my eyes and took in all the great sensations and the feel of luxury. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a knock on the door. Remembering that I hadn’t locked it and not feeling a bit shy, I simply told the unknown person on the other side of the door to come on in. He was younger than I, tall and muscular with blond hair and the boy-next-door kind of face. He stood just a few feet away from me, staring at my exposed flesh through the water. His beautiful brown eyes told me what he was feeling, as did the bulge in his trousers. He finally spoke in a shy voice, saying that he was told to deliver the complimentary bottle of champagne to my suite. After a few exchanges of looks and thoughts, I found out that this was his last duty before his lunch hour. So I invited him to join me in a glass of champagne and a Jacuzzi bath. He poured us both a glass and gave me a very long sexy French kiss, then he pulled off his clothes and climbed in. The feel of his hands on my body mixed with the sensations of the Jacuzzi sent me into a wild frenzy. He rose up and sat on the side of the tub. He pulled me over to where he was and kissed me. Then he lowered my head to his lap. I stroked his enormous erection then took the head of it into my mouth and gave him the best blowjob ever. Just as he exploded his warm come into my throat, I looked up and was bewildered by the sight before me. There, right before my eyes, was a replica of the Adonis before me. Without a word, the new stranger handed his twin and me a towel to dry each other off and then he stripped off his clothes. In a delirious state, I was lead to the bedroom by this matching pair of hunks. What happened next I really can’t recall in order, but I know it was one of the greatest experiences I have ever had. I awoke at three in the afternoon, naked and between silk sheets, not knowing if my memory was real or a dream.
I decided to take a dip in the pool before changing for dinner. Feeling extremely sexy, I decided to wear my new trench cut yellow bikini that would show off my trademark, a yellow rose which is tattooed on my right hip. After my swim, I returned to my suite. Within minutes a delivery boy brought me a dozen yellow roses with a card that said, “Roses are red, in your case they’re yellow, the dining room at six tonight. Love, An interested fellow.” Thinking the roses may have been from one or both of the hunks I had met or dreamed of earlier, I decided to investigate. Donning myself in my white lace basque and matching bikini, my thoughts returned to that afternoon. Was it a dream, or was it real? I would soon find out. I slid on my stockings and fastened them to the garters. I put on my white suede low cut dress and then my four inch heels.
Was I shocked to find out who was in the dining room! It was Ken, a writer and artist who I had worked with several years ago, and whom I had always had a terrible crush on. He said he had seen me at the pool, not absolutely sure if it was me since I had changed so much since he last saw me. The reason for the dozen yellow roses was twofold First, I had once teasingly sent him a yellow rose at work on Valentine’s Day. Secondly, he had noticed my tattoo. He said the tattoo made him think of a girl named Rita that he used to work with and had always secretly wanted to know better.
Me! And since his recent divorce, he intended to do exactly that. Needless to say, dinner went quickly and we were soon in the now familiar surroundings of my penthouse suite. He was so gentle and sweet. His first kiss sent fire and ice through my body and made me want to strip both of us and screw him right there.
I restrained myself. He removed my fur and dress and I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He just stood there for a minute gazing at me. I then led him to the bedroom and did a very slow striptease, resting between articles of clothing so that he could kiss and lick the newly exposed flesh. Then I returned the favor as I removed his clothes. He laid me down on the bed and spread my legs. Then he started at my toes and kissed and licked his way to my neck, saving the best for last. As his wet tongue caressed my slit and teased my hard clit, I was writhing in ecstasy. After I came, I said, “It’s my turn to repay you now.”
I rolled him over onto his back and kissed and licked my way up to his mouth. He tasted of sex and his sultry eyes were following my every move. I stopped only long enough to run my teeth over his nipples and lick my way back down to the purple head of his throbbing dick. I gave it a little squeeze and then wrapped my hot mouth around It and took as much of it as I could.
When I felt his hot come filling my mouth and throat, I was in seventh heaven. I laid my head on his leg and continued to stroke his thick member back to life again. When he was ready, I mounted him and rode him like a cowgirl would ride her favorite stallion. All the while, he kneaded my tits and when he came it was like nothing I have ever experienced before. We made love many more times that night and really did get to know each other better.
Bill’s letter: I was sitting at home the other night, going over my list of women that I have had anything to do with sexually.
I am not bragging, but I have been to bed with quite a few very sexy women. I can’t with all honesty say that they were all as experienced as I would have liked them to be, but a fuck is just a fuck—right? Well, that’s what I thought—until last night.
I was out at one of the local nightclubs in town, having a great time. I was able to dance with quite a few different girls. I sat out on one dance in particular, and to my absolute surprise I saw an old buddy of mine, whom I hadn’t seen for years. His name is Rick. He introduced me to his girlfriend, whom I’ll call Debra. She is brunette, twenty-one-years old with the most sensuous hazel eyes I have ever seen. She stands approximately five-feet-seven-inches tall. Her body was indeed a pleasure to look at. She had on a T-shirt without a bra. Her pants were skin tight, so that the lips of her crack showed. I could barely keep my eyes off of her.
The three at us sat and talked for quite some time. I guessed that Rick and Vicky had had an argument sometime before I met up with them, because Rick became very abusive with Debra all of a sudden. I started to feel as though I should leave. As I was about to excuse myself, Debra told Rick to quit acting so foolish or she would leave. With that, Rick stood up and said he should go, and asked if I would give Debra a ride home. Being the good friend that I was, I said that I’d be glad to.
Debra and I sat for a while longer and although she was a little upset at first, eventually she began to laugh and joke with me. By now, the bar was closing and I told her that I should drive her home. It was about two in the morning when we got to her place. Just before she got out of the car, she asked me if I would like to come in for a coffee. I said yes and followed her into her apartment. She asked me if I would like to sit on the couch while she made the coffee.
After what seemed rather a long wait, she emerged from the kitchen with two cups of coffee. I hardly noticed the coffee, however, since I was busy noticing what she was wearing. She must have gone into her bedroom and got changed, because now she was wearing baby-doll pajamas. I stared at her from her head to her toes and embarrassingly enough, I began to get a hard-on.
Debra came over to the couch and sat down beside me. From the corner of my eye I caught her staring at the very noticeable bulge in my pants. The next thing I knew, she had her arms around my neck, and she was kissing me. It didn’t take long for both of us to get out of our clothes and onto the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. First at all Debra told me how grateful she was for the ride home, and that she should thank me properly.
With that said, she dropped her head to my now fully erect cock. She began licking the purple head and teasingly sticking her tongue into the tiny hole. Next she engulfed the whole of my aching rod. I could feel the back of her throat vibrating on the head of my pulsating cock. It didn’t take long before I exploded. She gulped down the hot fluid as if she existed on it. She kept on sucking until I slowly grew limp. I then pulled her up on top of me and started Frenching her.
By this time she was obviously very aroused. So I rolled her onto her back and started licking and nibbling on those two gorgeous melons of hers. As I moved down to the triangle of love, I heard her let out a moan from deep in her throat. It was again quite obvious that she was hot and ready for more action. I spread her legs and started licking and sucking on her already sopping wet pussy. It wasn’t long before she was bucking and mashing her cunt into my face, forcing my tongue into the depths of her sweet, gorgeous slit When she came, it was like a tidal wave washing over my face.
By this time my jaw was getting quite sore, so I pulled up on top of her and she began licking every trace of her come off of my face. Again my long skinny friend was standing at full attention and just aching to release yet another load. I moved Debra’s legs apart, and she engulfed the whole of my shaft in one quick motion. We didn’t waste any time at all before we both had mind twisting orgasms. After we were both spent, we just lay there for what seemed like eternity. I finally got up and began to get dressed. I looked over at Debra and she was lying on the bearskin rug, grinning from ear to ear. I walked out of her apartment thinking that it would be nice if Rick and her could have more fights. Then I could drive Debra home again.
Anton’s letter: I’m sitting in a lonely hotel room reading Penthouse Letters my favorite magazine . I’ve got to wait for a business meeting to be over, so I can fly the passengers back to their company headquarters. You see, I’m a pilot. The reason I’m writing this letter is because of Irina. That’s not her real name.
I’m thirty-eight years old, six feet four inches tall, with dark hair and blue eyes. My girlfriend and her friends call me a hunk. I’ve never had trouble getting a woman, and my girlfriend is gorgeous enough to rival Bo Derek. But this story isn’t about my girlfriend. It’s about my good friend named Irina. I met her several years ago through our professions and we immediately became good friends. She helped me a lot through my sticky divorce. Like the good friends that we are, we see each other from time to time.
On my last visit to her hometown, I gave her a call. She invited me over, since we hadn’t seen each other for a while. When I got there we drank wine, laughed, talked and were having a great time as usual.
She had rented a movie that night, so we settled down in front of her VCR to watch it together. I was sitting on the couch and she was lying on the floor. I can’t remember the name of the flick, but I can tell you that it was one of those movies that brings a woman to tears. By the time the final credits rolled across the screen, my friend Irina was crying her heart out. So, like any good friend would, I got down on the floor to comfort her.
When I hugged her, I looked into her green eyes, and something snapped. I knew I had to kiss her. She pulled away and stared at me for just a minute and man, when you look into those eyes of hers, believe me, a minute is like an eternity . I started to say I was sorry when she leaned over and kissed me. God, her tongue hit mine and it was like sparks. We were naked and caressing each other so fast it made my head spin. Each time she kissed it, she made my body scream. When her lips reached my dick I knew it was all over. A woman’s mouth can do such wondrous things. I shot come all over the place. I’d never had a woman before who made love with such intensity! I wanted to give it all back to her.
I licked every bit of sweat off her body, all around her nipples, her belly and finally her pussy. I concentrated on playing with her clit, till she had multiple orgasms. We fucked—no, let me put it another way—we made love for hours right there on the living room floor.
My regular girlfriend is a good lover, she’s got great tits and a nice round ass. Irina, on the other hand, is a tall redhead, with penetrating green eyes, the kind that will look into your soul. She doesn’t have a model’s figure, but she does, however, have a good one. I’d give anything to be in her arms again right now, but she’s married and has children.
I told her it would never happen again between us because I know she loves her husband. I won’t make trouble for her. But as time goes by, I’m not so sure I can keep my promise. All I think about is the intensity of our lovemaking. She’s moving away now. I will probably never see her again. They’ve bought a house in Nashville.
I’m in love with Irina and if someone sees a good looking redhead in Nashville, and if she answers to Irina, tell her that her flyboy is…Nashville bound.
Some men are overwhelmingly excited and turned on by the thought of their wife having sex with another man. For others, though, this would be the ultimate turn-off. What makes one guy so willing to share, while another is so adamantly selfish? Is it the pride he takes in another’s acknowledgement of his woman’s sexuality? Is he stimulated by the sight of another man enjoying his girl’s familiar charms? Maybe it’s the pleasure he gets from watching his woman enjoy herself with a new man. Whatever the reason, one thing’s certain: The sex a couple has after one of these encounters can be well worth the wait!
Julian’s letter: Let me begin by telling you that my wife and I have been married for nearly ten years. She is a beautiful blonde with big tits, a hot cunt and a sublime ass.
About three years ago, I told my wife, whom I’ll call Jane, that I wanted to watch her make it with another man. This has been my fantasy for years—although I have no interest in making it with another woman. Until recently I thought I’d never see it come true. One night, however, it actually happened!
It all began when we decided to go to an X-rated movie. Jane dressed in a garter belt, hose, high heels and a dress that buttoned all the way down the front. Upon our entrance into the theater, everyone stared at her. When the movie started, I pulled up her dress and began playing with her cunt. Jane asked me not to, but then changed her mind. After about thirty minutes, I unbuttoned her dress and began playing with her tits. Soon everyone around us knew what we were doing, and I told Jane that I wanted her to fulfill my fantasy. Really turned on by now, Jane said she would. Beside myself with excitement and anticipation, I went to look for a lucky stud.
As I entered the restroom, I saw two men sucking each other’s cock. I told them about my wife and my fantasy, and they said they would help. We all went back to where Jane was seated, only to find her fingering her own cunt. One of my new friends sat to the left of her and the other sat in the seat in front of her. They both started playing with her, and the guy in front put her legs over the back of his seat. Jane said she was ready and eager to do anything I wanted, but she was not comfortable where we were. Since the theater was pretty empty, I told her to go down to the first row, directly in front of the screen, which she did. She then stripped to her garter belt and stockings and began sucking one man’s cock.
After a few minutes, everybody in the theater—including the projectionist—was crowded around us. Jane fucked and sucked nine men in succession, and I whacked off three times while watching her. Several at the other men also pulled themselves off. But that wasn’t all. When Jane and I got home, we had the best sex ever.
Jane now also gets off by flashing along highways and fucking black studs. I might add that we’ve never been happier.
Gil’s letter: Thanks to my loving wife, I was recently able to fulfill a longtime fantasy. You see, I had been after her for more than a year to let me watch her make love to another man. Since we were going on vacation a long way from home, she finally agreed.
Jessye is a petite redhead, five feet two inches tall and an even one hundred pounds in weight. She has a nice shapely body that she knows how to use, and she gives the greatest blowjobs known to man. For all these reasons, I was greatly excited when we checked into our hotel in New Orleans. We did some sight-seeing and had a wonderful time for two days—and then she announced that my “big night” was at hand.
That evening Jessye dressed in a sexy black cocktail dress and looked great. We dined at a very exclusive restaurant and then stopped at a few places for drinks before heading for the cocktail lounge in our hotel. A guitarist was playing wonderful dance music and the place was full. After Jessye and I had danced a while, she asked an Englishman at the next table if he’d like to dance with her. He then joined us at our table. Jessye flirted with him and they danced several times again.
As the hour grew late, we asked Henry to join us in our room for a nightcap, to which he readily agreed. When we arrived in the room, I poured Henry a drink while Jessye went into the bathroom. She returned wearing a white teddy and nothing else but a garter belt and nylons, and she looked stunningly sexy. Henry’s eyes bulged as Jessye sashayed in front of him and slowly turned around so he could see every detail of her. She then proceeded to lower the teddy and show him her tits, which looked great. The nipples were hard and standing straight out.
Jessye sat on Henry’s lap and began to kiss and touch him while he played with her tits. By this time I was so aroused that I could hardly contain my hard-on. It was unbelievably exciting to see her mouth open and her tongue go into his mouth while her hand played with his chest and nipples. I thought my cock would explode when Jessye slipped off his lap and, kneeling in front of him, started kissing his nipples and undoing his pants. She pulled his uncircumcised penis out and started sucking it. Sweating, my heart racing, I couldn’t believe the sexy expression on her face as Henry’s big prick slipped in and out of her lipsticked mouth. It was a sight I’ll never forget.
Jessye stopped sucking for a minute to take a drink, but went right back to sucking and licking Henry’s cock. Before he was ready to come, she stood up, took him by the hand and said, “Let’s get in bed.” While he finished undressing, she lay back on the sheets and spread her legs wide. “I hope you like to eat pussy,” she said to him. Henry needed no second invitation.
After eating my wife’s pussy for a while, Henry started fucking her. It was a dream-come-true to watch his cock pistoning furiously in and out of her wet pussy. It was incredible! Finally, after a surprisingly long while, she nudged him off of herself and proceeded to suck his cock until he came in her mouth.
After Henry’s departure, we found that he had forgotten his watch. We tried but failed to locate him so we could return it to him, so I’ve worn it ever since as a reminder of that most sexy evening. Best of all, Jessye has promised she would do it again for me every year on our vacation.
Eric’s letter: My wife and I have been reading Penthouse Letters for some time now, and we’d love to tell you about a fantasy of mine that came true last week.
My fantasy was to watch my wife Consuela make it with someone else. At first, Consuela was reluctant, but then she said that she would try to get my buddy Chuck to come over one night during the week. I knew Chuck would fuck her if he could—his wife isn’t that interested in sex.
Tuesday night Consuela called up Chuck and asked if he could stop by later, after I had gone out. She said she had to talk to him. He agreed to stop by. Consuela bathed and put on her white garter belt, stockings, sexiest white lace bra and no panties. When I saw her, I wanted to fuck her then and there—her 38-24-34 body looked so sexy dressed that way. But then she put on a blouse and jeans to await Chuck’s arrival. About two hours later, he called and asked what Consuela wanted to talk to him about. She said she had never fucked anyone else but me, and wanted to see what it was like to fool around with someone else. She explained that I’d told her it was okay if she did it with Chuck. She also explained that I was out drinking with a friend and wouldn’t be home till late. As an extra inducement, she told him that she had a present for him that she thought he would like.
I gave my wife a kiss and went outside. Chuck arrived within ten minutes. When he got there, I was already outside the bedroom window, looking in through a peephole I’d cut in the shade, waiting to see what was going to happen.
After a few minutes, I saw Consuela light a joint as she sat on the edge of our waterbed. Chuck was seated in the armchair facing her. I was able to hear what they were talking about. Consuela asked if Chuck wanted to see his present. He said yes. She stood up, took off her blouse and jeans, placed a white bow on her chest and said, “Surprise!”
My cock grew rock-hard as Consuela moved toward Chuck. He stood, kissed her hand and took off his shirt. They started to kiss again, and Consuela placed her hand on his crotch. Then Chuck took off his pants. Consuela fell to her knees to suck his cock. I had a good view of the action as she began to lick his balls.
Then Chuck sat in the armchair again, and Consuela sat on his erect cock. Soon they began to move faster and faster, and I saw Chuck’s come oozing back out of Consuela’s pussy. Then they went to the bathroom, cleaned up and got dressed. They smoked some more pot and talked a little before Chuck left.
When I walked into the house, Consuela was in the bathtub, taking another bath. She asked how she’d done. I said she had done very well. Then I dropped my pants and let loose my swollen seven-inch cock, which she hungrily put into her mouth. After making me come, she dried herself off and we went into the bedroom and fucked and sucked for hours. So a couple of our fantasies have come true, thanks to Chuck, and my wife and I are closer than ever as a result. I must say that trying something different now and then really does have its advantages.
Mel’s letter: My favorite fantasy is to picture my wife sucking or fucking another man while I am watching. She is a beautiful, seductive woman whose body and come-hither eyes leave even casual male acquaintances wanting to fuck her. Her name is Linda and she’s a very sexy forty-year-old who looks more like she’s thirty-two or thirty-three. She loves to dress up every Friday night in her best see-through blouses and thin bras to show off her 34D tits in our favorite bar. After a few glasses of wine, she surveys the room for an attractive man to dance with. She loves to push her pussy and tits up against her partner and to feel his cock get hard. Then she’ll come back to the table, tell me how hard he got, and then reach over, feel my crotch and say “So are you!”
One week recently, I held a meeting for all of my out-of-state managers, none of whom she had ever met. She told me that she liked one of them very much and suggested that the three of us go out. We did, and I got very turned on watching them dance and play around with each other—when he thought I wasn’t watching. That morning, when we got home, I told Linda that I was horny and wanted my dick sucked and then to fuck her. “Why not?” Linda said. “It’ll be the second one tonight that I’ve kissed and my second request to fuck.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, and she told me about bending down under the table while I was in the bathroom and kissing the other guy’s cock. This turned me on so much that I fucked her extra long and hard.
That next week Linda called me at work and said the same guy had called and wanted to meet her at his hotel before he left town. She wanted to know if I cared. “You are always talking about having another man fuck me,” she said. “Well, this is your chance.”
“Okay,” I told her. “You can go to bed with him, but only if you come home afterwards and give me all the details.”
“You know I will, honey,” Linda promised. “I’ll do it just to watch you get a hard-on.”
That night she asked me to help her dress for her date. I picked out her sexiest bra and crotchless panties, and supervised her application of make-up. She was out for several hours, and when she came home, she told me that he had fucked her twice, that she had sucked his cock and that he had licked and sucked her pussy. He claimed she had done things that his wife would never do and told her that she was fantastic. Then she added, “You know, I demand complete fidelity from you. But if this turns you on, he may not be the last one. I just want to be sure you understand the rules. Now get down here and lick his come out of my cunt. When you’re done doing that, you can plunge that hard cock of yours into me. I’m still horny.” Both of us had the best orgasms ever that night.
More recently, while we were in our favorite bar one evening, she told me that the guy she’d been dancing with had asked if he could eat her pussy and fuck her. He told her that I could watch him do her or join them in a threesome. “This is your chance,” Linda said. “You are always saying how much you would like to fuck me along with another man.”
Since this guy was just passing through town, I could not make up my mind if he was safe. Finally, I vetoed the idea. Linda was disappointed but said she understood.
When we got home early in the morning, she told me that, while they were dancing in a dark corner, he had reached inside her blouse and played with her titties while she had stroked his cock. She said that it had made her very hot and that I had missed a good chance at a threesome. I could not help the tremendous hard-on I got as she related the events of the evening. Her story got me super horny and we sucked and fucked for hours. As I was giving it to her, she said, “Just think. Where your tongue and cock have been tonight is where another man’s are going to be soon. I was so turned on in the bar that, next Friday night, I am going to find someone to fuck me. In fact, I already know who it’s going to be.”
When Friday night finally came, and we were back in the bar, she invited a younger guy over to where we were sitting. She introduced him as Dennis and told him that I was her husband, explaining that I’m not the jealous type. The band wasn’t very good, and there weren’t any tables in the back, so Linda suggested that we go to another bar where the three of us could be more alone. I said, “Let’s go.”
On the way to the other bar, Linda whispered in my ear, “Watch me, but don’t let him know you’re watching. I am going to put the make on him. Whenever I smile at you, you look away.”
At the new bar, we found a dimly-lit table. Linda smiled at me and slipped her hand under the table to stroke his cock. Although I appeared to be looking elsewhere, actually I was watching them out of the corner of my eye. He asked her if I would mind if they danced. She said no and they went out on the dance floor together. I saw her rub her pussy and tits against him as he held her tightly by the ass. After their first dance, she went to the ladies’ room, returning with the first three buttons on her blouse undone. Now, whenever she turned to him, he could see her tits. She was wearing a see-through bra. A couple of dances later, I saw him go to the men’s room. That was when Linda came over and asked me to remain at the table. She was going to meet him in the hallway, she explained, and left.
About a half hour later, she returned and we had a slow dance together. As we danced, she told me that he had taken her outside and kissed her and played with her tits. That was all he’d done, she said, because he was afraid I might catch them, but he’d asked her to meet him alone next Friday night, and she’d said that she would. “You don’t want him to think I’m a cock-teaser, do you?” she asked me with a grin.
When we got home that morning, I couldn’t believe how wet Linda’s pussy was. Her juices were running down her legs. “Darling,” she said, “I am going to fuck and suck him till he goes wild—and then I’ll come home and tell you all about it. Who knows? If he likes my pussy enough, maybe I can talk him into fucking me while you watch. Better yet, maybe he’ll help fulfill your fantasy about having a threesome. Maybe the three of us will become real good friends. I’d certainly love to have two cocks in me at once!”
“Okay, baby,” I said. “Go ahead and fuck him. You are too fantastic not to share.”
That was last Friday night, and now I can hardly wait until she fucks him and returns home to give me all the details!
Who says marriage has to be dull? If you have a sexy, fun-loving wife, and both of you love each other as much as Linda and I do, your marriage will never be dull. Maybe, if the other couples would play together, they would stay together.
What is it about Hawaii that gets one’s juices flowing? Is it the warm weather? The big waves? The bikinis? The sultry Oriental nymphs who populate the islands? The hula? Don Ho? Pineapples?
Or is it that nameless exhilaration which pale, spindly-legged, vacationing mainlanders feel as they go charging into the Pacific, ripping off their business suits and shrieking “Kowabunga!” at the top of their lungs?
This month’s Hot Stuff selection offers three explanations for the phenomenon of the Hawaiian hard-on, and it demonstrates that, whether you’re on a romantic cruise ship or in a prosaic shopping mall, the mystique of Hawaii can lead to wild sex at any moment. K.G.
Darryl’s letter: As I write this, a young Oriental woman lies sound asleep on my nearby bed. There’s a contented smile on her baby face, and her proud, red nipples are rising and falling with her glistening, sweat-covered chest. Seeing my recently deposited sperm slowly ooze from her lovely pussy, I cannot help but remember how it all began
I am a thirty-eight-year-old black professional who not too long ago accepted a transfer to Hawaii. Now, I’ve enjoyed my fair share of women, black and white, but upon arriving I realized that I’d never had an Asian lady. I therefore resolved to introduce my big, chocolate hunk to some tasty, yellow pussy pie. Nonetheless, I was surprised when the encounter finally happened.
You see, I had rented a private cottage that was in back of the house in which my landlady and her daughter, Cathy, lived. While I often saw Cathy around the place, dressed in her usual jogging shorts and tank top, I never paid much attention to her. One day, however, I happened to be washing my car when she asked if she could wash her car too. Smiling, I replied that if she helped me do mine, I’d help her do hers. With a shy, pixie smile, she agreed and pitched in. It was then that I first noticed what a sweet, young thing Cathy was.
Being a petite five feet tall, Cathy had to tiptoe and stretch to wash the hood of my car. As she did so, her shorts rode up, and I enjoyed the view of her toned legs and small, curved buns. You can imagine how my interest in Cathy really stirred when she bent over to wash my car’s side and unknowingly flashed me a glimpse of her pert, little boobs. When I found out that this tempting fox was in graduate school, not high school, I wondered how I could have overlooked such a golden opportunity that had always been at my front door.
We talked and got to know each other better, and when we had finished with the cars, I invited her in for some iced tea. As we continued talking, the topic of sex finally arose and I soon realized that, although no virgin, Cathy was pretty innocent. Even so, when I told her about all the women I’d known, she became very inquisitive. As I talked, her eyes crinkled into tiny slits of delight and curiosity. The more I talked, the more I noticed Cathy glancing at my crotch whenever she thought I wasn’t looking.
I busted out some good “Maui Wowie” and we got a real buzz off a couple of joints. When we resumed our discussion, Cathy blushed, then meekly asked if black guys are well hung. Shocked, I laughed and said that I could only speak for myself. Then, standing up and facing her, I placed my hands on my hips and dared her to find out for herself.
Cathy was clearly stunned, and nervously eyed my apparent size. However, to my surprise, she reached up, unzipped my fly and hesitantly reached into my pants. Her almond-shaped eyes widened when her tiny fingers tried to, but couldn’t, encircle my growing pride and joy. As my trouser python reared and swayed before her, Cathy gasped, her mouth opening in awe.
Seeing her naive reaction, I asked her if all Oriental girls had small pussies like I had heard. Cathy gulped at my question, but after a few moments slowly stood and presented herself to me. She shivered slightly when my hands touched her slim waist, then trembled uncontrollably as I lowered her shorts over her narrow hips and down her shapely legs.
My mouth instantly watered at the sight of her dark, thatched bush and ivory slit, which disappeared tantalizingly between her soft, inner thighs. I gently pulled her toward me, my tongue curling to part her sweet, fleshy, petals before lapping the entire length of her juicy, little crack. Cathy squirmed and whimpered when I snaked my tongue into her love hole, and she jerked with each flick of my tongue on her tiny, erect clit. She grasped my shoulders and, rocking on the balls of her feet, furiously pressed herself into my buried face. Panting breathlessly, her little body tensed until it heaved in a long and shuddering climax that left her totally spent.
She collapsed in my arms, and I carried her limp form to my bed. She lay there on the verge of unconsciousness as I slowly peeled back her top to reveal her stiff, upturned nipples projecting from her flat chest. Yet when I sucked on her hard pencil erasers, tugging each to its fullest extent, she revived, moaning and tossing. While I continued to feast on her tasty morsels, my hand slid over her trim belly to thrust a finger deep into her sopping-wet snatch. Pushing back her legs, I replaced my finger with my ebony knob and tried to enter her.
Cathy, however, was incredibly small, so I had to thrust slowly and gently. I thought she’d never be able to take my full length and girth. Yet, when I paused, she held me tightly to her and swirled her agile tongue in the recesses of my mouth. Then, spreading her legs as wide as possible, she lifted her hips off the mattress and ground her tiny opening against my waiting pole. I was in seventh heaven as I listened to the squishing sounds of her churning twat and felt my cock sink a fraction of an inch at a time into her indescribably soft, hot, tight pussy.
I couldn’t believe it when her pelvic bone finally ground flush against my groin as she took all I had to give. With her legs locked around me, she undulated her hips, while her cunt gripped and squeezed me to the point of insanity. As she bucked and gyrated in an utter frenzy, I rammed into her with long, hard strokes. Groaning beneath me, Cathy asked for still more, and the bed creaked loudly as I sought to comply. My balls felt as if they were about to burst. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I drove all the way into her and came. As I spewed my guts into her very depths, Cathy screamed at the top of her lungs as she orgasmed again and again in rapid succession.
It has been about a month since we first made love, and Cathy has proven insatiable. Take it from a man who’s tried them all—if you’ve never sampled a good, healthy dose of deliciously tight Oriental pussy, you really don’t know what you’re missing.
Irving’s Letter: I’m a high school mathematics teacher, which might sound pretty nerdish, but my occupation has one distinct advantage—it allows me to spend every summer down at the beach surfing! Recently, I got a chance to head to my favorite surfing spot, namely the Banzai Pipeline in Oahu, Hawaii. I arrived there with high hopes, yet, incredibly, in six straight days, there wasn’t a single good wave. I was bummed out, since in one more day I’d be back in the classroom and wouldn’t have any joyous memories of my Hawaii trip. Such memories are especially needed during the grading of student homework.
My girlfriend had warned me to buy her some clothes—something better than a muumuu, mind you—and I knew there would be hell to pay if I came back without a gift. So I sacrificed some precious beach time and hit the local mall.
Wandering through the stores, I stepped into one shop that had a collection of sexy-looking summer dresses. I pulled out a couple of dresses and started to figure out which one would fit my petite girlfriend.
Suddenly, I heard a female voice ask me if I needed any help. Having been pestered in more than a few stores by annoying salespeople, I began to reply that, no, I was just browsing. As I started to make my reply, I looked up and saw a luscious babe who was dressed quite stylishly. She gave me a big smile and repeated her offer of assistance, ignoring my aborted rebuff of her first offer.
I looked at her and she gave me some direct eye contact that sent shivers down my spine. She moved closer to examine the dresses I had picked out, smiled and again asked me what I was interested in. I wondered if she had purposely phrased her question that way or whether she was merely being a good saleswoman. I figured that anything more was a figment of my imagination.
I explained that I was confused about dress sizes and couldn’t figure out which one would fit my girlfriend. She asked me several polite questions and I noticed a slight increase in interest on her part when I mentioned that my girlfriend was back on the mainland. In fact, she said she was surprised that my girlfriend had let me come out to Hawaii, an exotic place where singles mingle. I mumbled that I was just a trustworthy kind of guy.
I held up a dress and asked the foxy saleswoman whether she thought the size matched the description I’d given of my girlfriend. She gave me another long, suggestive look and offered to try the dress on. I was pretty taken aback, as I had never heard of a clothing store where the sales staff tried on clothing to help make a sale. My shocked look prompted her to reach over, touch my arm gently and repeat her offer with a sultry, I’d-do-anything-for-you expression. Without any intelligible response on my part, she grabbed the dress and darted into the dressing room. I stood there in a daze, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
She came out of the dressing room and had just managed to squeeze into the tight dress. She stood a few feet in front of me and turned this way and that way as she modeled the dress. Her plump breasts and rock-hard nipples were clearly visible through the tightly stretched material. She held up her arms, did a kind of jiggle and asked me what I thought. Not knowing how to respond, I said that she looked somewhat different from the way my girlfriend would look in that dress.
Taking what she must have thought was some kind of cue, she lowered the front zipper to allow more cleavage to show. Then, in a sugar-coated voice, she asked me if this new shape might make me more comfortable with the dress. Let me tell you, though there was air-conditioning in that store, I was sweating like a roasted pig at a luau.
Breaking my brilliant silence, she glided right up next to me and asked me to feel the softness of the material. As I gingerly reached out to touch her shoulder, she shifted and positioned her tanned breasts to where my hand was poised. My trembling hand hovered for a moment, then finally descended upon her soft, plump flesh.
Now she gave me a rook with shimmering green eyes that could melt all of Diamondhead and with a gradual, teasing lick of her lips, asked me if I liked what I saw, and if so, did I want it.
I regained my composure and said that, yes, I was interested in the dress, but that I needed time to think it over. She quickly offered to help me think about my purchase, and added that her lunch break was going to be in about a half hour. I suggested that I return then and take her to lunch I sensed that she was offering such a possibility , and that over lunch we might discuss it. She wholeheartedly agreed.
For the next half hour I wandered around the mall, but have little recollection of what I did or what I saw. Mainly, I plotted my next move. Leaving Hawaii the next day meant that I would have to ask her to go out with me that very evening. I tried to piece together a plan. Maybe I’d ask her out for an early dinner and a concert, and afterwards suggest my place. But how?
When my half hour was up, I eagerly walked back to the store. There she was, fresh makeup on and still wearing the same sexy dress she had modeled for me. As we walked through the mall, we discussed where to go for lunch. To each place I mentioned she gave a sensible reason not to go there. After ruling out every place I could think of, she said that the best lunch would be a homemade one—at her place no less! My heart was pounding like the radical twenty-five-foot waves at the Pipeline.
I had hoped for some action in Hawaii, and now seemed to be on the verge of the best bodysurfing I had ever dreamed of in my beach boy dreams.
When we got to her place, we waited a bit before jumping each other. Yeah, we waited as long as the time it takes for a huge Banzai wave to spit out a surfboard after a surfer has been knocked off of it. The moment the door closed, she pushed me up against the wall and planted a kiss on my lips that sent electricity down my spine and up my rock-hard rod. My hands groped her luscious body frantically. I kneaded her big breasts and massaged her lovely ass through the flimsy material of her dress. Soon, we were down on the carpet rolling, tumbling and screwing in every conceivable position. In fact, we recreated the wild, turbulent action normally found in the swirling aftermath of crashing waves. We surfed. We tubed. We frothed. I felt like I was in a surfing contest, showing every trick I knew. We rode each other and made our own damned waves. My board was hard and well waxed, and her sand was hot and wet. No breathers here, just constant attention to the powers of nature.
One hour later, I was starting to wonder if I would ever have the strength to stand on a board again. We finally parted company, and you’ll be happy to know that I bought the dress. I suppose I’ll always have memories of that dress. I wonder if my girlfriend will ever know the real reason for my urging her to wear it on special occasions, like when the surf’s up…or whatever else might be up!
Yeah, dude, it was a rad Hawaii trip.
Dirk’s letter: I guess that as a normal, horny kind a guy who loves erotic, kinky, sexy women, I’d always hoped for an experience that would befit your magazine. It finally happened! In Hawaii!
I’ve just returned from a one-week vacation with two good buddies in Waikiki. We had a blast. The girls on the beaches, on the streets and in the clubs were amazing. It was spring break and Waikiki was full of beautiful, tanned girls just waiting to meet guys and party. We basked in the sun, rode mopeds, checked out the foxes everywhere we went, snorkeled at Hanauma Bay, swam when we got hard-ons and partied late at night in the Lewes Street nightclubs. We’d met a lot of gorgeous girls, but only appetizers had been available so far.
On our third night, we went out on a party cruise. You know, the kind where you can drink all you want. It was a wild party on the boat at night with Waikiki in the background.
I had noticed a stunning tall blonde aboard the ship, but had lost her in the crowd. After my umpteenth Mai Tai, I went looking for this dish. I found her upstairs alone. Catching her eye, I got a nice smile and so I hurried over.
She was traveling with a couple who had been arguing and thus her night wasn’t going great. Well, I proceeded to lubricate us with Mai Tais and steer us away from the crowd. We hit it off right away, talking, laughing, dancing and just kinda smiling at each other a lot. I feasted my eyes on this beautiful girl. She was about five foot ten, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, small but beautiful breasts, a tight, hard ass and long, tasty legs! In my mind I was drooling, and I found out that great minds think alike!
Once alone in a corner upstairs, we started frantically kissing, tonguing, nibbling and groping. Her long legs were beautiful, and from behind I could fondle all her toys. With both of our hands all over each other, we soon both exploded in furious orgasms. As I recovered, I looked up to see a cop watching. He grinned, put his finger to his lips, waved and walked away. Luckily June that was her name hadn’t noticed a thing, so I smiled and kept quiet.
Later that evening, we went down to Waikiki beach and found an empty lifeguard tower where we proceeded to fuck, suck, lick and fondle. It was an incredibly erotic experience. We had each other, the beach, the night—we had it all! A few people passed in the darkness. We’d slow down and they’d pretend not to notice. We didn’t care—it was very exciting!
I came twice more that evening, once in her mouth and once with June sitting on top. June couldn’t begin to count her orgasms. She was a sex machine.
We enjoyed more exciting sex in the next two days, but all this letter writing has got me horny, so I’m off to live out another fantasy.
We knew this black girl once. A six-foot-three-inch babe with huge casabas, she wore platform shoes that made her more like six foot seven. Grown men trembled and wept at the sight of her teenagers fell at her gunboat-size feet and offered cans of malt liquor in worship. She was a goddess!
And it wasn’t just her tight leopard-skin pants. It wasn’t just her big tasty butt swaying from side to side. This chick commanded respect because of her height! And tall people do get respect. Just look at George Washington. Abraham Lincoln. Charles de Gaulle.
Just look at the trashing Brigitte Nielsen got and you’ll see the double standard at work: Men adore tall women but feel intimidated by them. It takes a big man to realize that they are, after all, just women. And all straight women, after all, need rod! To prove our point, here are three letters from men who’ve sampled tall women and found them to be not intimidating, but, respectively, virginal…blatantly seductive…playful. N.F.
James’ letter: During the nine years that I’ve known my wife Wendy, I’ve watched her best girlfriend’s niece grow into a tall, luscious eighteen-year-old. Today Sylvia stands five feet nine, weighs one hundred thirty pounds, and has a gorgeous 36D-21-33 figure.
Over the Christmas holidays last year, we took Sylvia to our favorite restaurant for dinner. Because of her height and older appearance, we had no problem ordering drinks for her. When we got back to our house, Wendy and Sylvia headed for the bedroom, leaving me alone in the den. Then the girls paraded back into the room, dressed in their nighties. I tried to act cool at their appearance. I had seen Sylvia in a bikini many times, but it had never had this kind of effect on me. My mouth went dry and the bulge in my pants started getting bigger and bigger.
Wendy sat on one side at me and Sylvia on the other. Both at them snuggled up to me with their heads on my shoulders and their arms wrapped around me. It took every bit of restraint I could muster to wait and see what they had in mind. Mercifully, it didn’t take long for Wendy to explain that Sylvia and her boyfriend had progressed in their relationship to the point where she was ready to go to bed with him. Only two things were stopping her. First, amazingly, she was still a virgin. And, second, so was her boyfriend. One of them required some experience, and Sylvia wanted it to be her.
Sylvia had explained her problem to Wendy, and Wendy, being the ingenious person that she is, volunteered my services. After all, the three of us had always been very close. In talking this problem out with Wendy, Sylvia admitted that she had been attracted to me for some time—and Wendy confessed that she had always wanted to watch me make love to another woman.
While the two girls were explaining their reasoning to me, I slid a hand between each girl’s thighs and began conforming to their wish. Sylvia took this action as a sign of my acquiescence and kissed me with trembling lips. Even though I felt like pouncing on them both and fucking them into the ground, I told Wendy that she was in charge and that I would do whatever she wanted in carrying out Sylvia’s initiation. Wendy replied that we should carry out Sylvia’s seduction with a lot of kissing and touching. Eager to comply, I took Sylvia in my arms and brought my mouth to hers. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted and her lips slightly parted. Her mouth was warm under mine and my tongue quickly met hers.
As Sylvia and I were kissing and embracing, Wendy unfastened my pants and unbuttoned my shirt. I slid my hand up Sylvia’s body and closed it gently over a firm breast. I felt her heartbeat quicken as the nipple hardened against my palm. We stopped kissing and she rested her head against the couch as I lowered my mouth to her breast. Her rigid nipples were clearly outlined through her white silk nightie, and I took one between my lips. Her body arched forward as I sucked her breast into my mouth and flicked my tongue over the nipple.
Wendy placed one of Sylvia’s hands just inches from my swollen cock. Both girls then pulled my shorts off, and Sylvia began to slide her fingers up and down my standing cock. She did it eagerly, almost clumsily. After a few strokes, Wendy told her, “Go ahead and suck on it.” We were both surprised when Sylvia told us that she had never blown a cock before. I moved to the center of the sectional so that both girls could lie down with me. Sylvia lay her head on my thigh as Wendy took my cock in her hand. She circled the large purple head with her tongue before taking it between her lips. Her hand then slid down the thick shaft as she took the length of my cock into her mouth.
Not wanting to be left out, Sylvia began to lick my balls. Sylvia’s tongue then followed Wendy’s mouth up and around my cock as she took Wendy’s place and mouth-pumped its entire length.
As Sylvia sucked my cock, Wendy offered a nipple to my greedy mouth. She then held my head to her breast as I brought my right hand up her thigh to her wet cunt. My left hand, meanwhile, was holding the back of Sylvia’s bobbing head. Wendy, letting go of my head, told me to lie back. She took the bottom at her nightie in both hands and lifted it over her head. Climbing over my face so she could watch Sylvia suck my prick, she spread her pussy lips with her fingers and lowered her cunt to my eager mouth. As my wife squirmed all over my tongue, I felt Sylvia begin to suck more furiously at my cock. Wendy was obviously guiding Sylvia’s movements, and it was working wonders. I felt the come rising from my balls and then spurting copiously into Sylvia’s mouth. Seeing Sylvia swallow my hot cream must have been too much for Wendy, whose juices almost instantly began flooding my face.
As Wendy fell back on the couch, I pulled Sylvia closer and lifted her nightie over her head. Her breasts were firm and round, and the nipples so swollen that I just had to suck on them. I slipped her soaked panties off her, and she parted her thighs to let my fingers find her snatch. Her dark pubes were soaked with her juices. While teasing her nipples with my tongue, I titillated her swelling clit with my finger. When I couldn’t stand waiting any longer, I knelt between her legs and lowered my face to her pussy. As I tongued her slit, I looked up from between her thighs and saw her guiding Wendy’s head to her right breast Wendy was also caressing Sylvia’s left breast with her fingers.
Seeing the girls make love to each other brought my prick immediately back to attention. When I removed my mouth from Sylvia’s dripping pussy and started rubbing the head of my cock against her virgin entrance, she raised her head and, looking down her body, told me, “Oh, yes! Fuck me now! I’m ready!”
I gently inched my cock forward until its swollen head slid into her. I felt the walls of her cunt tighten around it. Her eyelids closed as I eased inch after inch of my cock into her tight canal. When I hit bottom, she wrapped her long legs around my waist and gripped me tight. Wendy let Sylvia’s breast slip out of her mouth and moaned, “Go on, fuck her ass off!”
I eased my throbbing cock in and out of Sylvia’s unused vagina as she rocked her head back and forth and urged me to fuck her harder. When I maintained my slow pace, she sat up, grabbed my ass with both hands and bucked her crotch against me wildly. Wendy, meanwhile, slipped a hand in between us and fingered Sylvia’s clit.
A low moan escaped from Sylvia’s throat as her body was gripped by a shattering climax. I drilled my cock deeper into her cunt and soon filled her with gusher after gusher of come. When she regained her composure, she guided my head to her breast. Her skin was flushed and hot to my touch as she guided my mouth from one nipple to the other.
While Sylvia and I continued kissing and caressing each other, Wendy knelt between Sylvia’s legs and began mouthing the younger woman’s cunt. At first, Sylvia’s body didn’t respond, but, little by little, her passion rose. Soon she grasped Wendy’s hair and wrapped her legs around Wendy’s bobbing head. As I watched in fascination, Sylvia arched her body up from the couch to bring her clit into firmer contact with Wendy’s lapping tongue. At the same time, Wendy was finger-fucking her own cunt. Sylvia came first, frantically clutching Wendy’s face against her pussy. Wendy’s orgasm followed quickly. Her body went rigid and her thighs imprisoned her fingers in her throbbing snatch. The room literally reeked of sex—delicious! As we all held one another, my thoughts leaped ahead to next year and a repeat performance of what I hope will become a new holiday tradition.
Eric’s letter: As a teacher in Maine, I felt the winter blues coming on in November and made plans for a Florida vacation during Christmas week. I was looking forward to a relaxing time. Instead, I got a big surprise that I’ll never forget.
The first four days were spent on local golf courses. I found an especially beautiful public course on my last day. Being alone, I asked the pro if he knew at anyone looking for a partner. He smiled and pointed to a vivacious-looking blonde who was shooting practice putts outside the pro shop. She was about five-feet-nine-inches tall, with a trim, shapely figure. Her short pink skirt and tight-fitting white top showed off her long legs and ample breasts. Answering my invitation to play a round together, she said she was pleased to have company.
The course, fortunately, was not crowded. Due to the presence at my new acquaintance, though, I found it difficult to keep my mind on the game. The sixth through ninth fairways went through the woods. As my playing partner bent over to tee her ball up for the sixth hole, I noticed that she wasn’t wearing panties! My cock sprang to its full length and I gasped. I was so shook up that, when it was my turn to tee off, I hooked the ball into the trees. After a short search that took us about thirty yards into the woods, Vanessa bent over in front of me to pick up a ball that someone else had lost. Unable to restrain myself, I slid my hand under her skirt and gently cupped her ass-cheeks. She moaned and dropped the ball. I rubbed her tight buttocks with one hand and loosened her top with the other.
Massaging Vanessa’s tits and fingering her warm cunt was a dream come true. She leaned against a tree and moaned louder as I knelt and began to lick her clit. After a few minutes of this, she undid my pants to reveal my stiff member, which she sucked and licked for what seemed an eternity of bliss. It was the best blowjob I’ve ever had! Finally, when I couldn’t hold back any longer, I let go my best shot of the day and it ran down the back of Vanessa’s throat.
Proceeding to Vanessa’s hole and deciding to drive a shot into it, I found it to be the very best I’d ever played. She was soaking wet down there as she bent over again so I got the shaft of my wedge deep into her juicy twat. I methodically pumped in and out of her water trap while I played with her hardened nipples. My shot, when I let it go, went straight down her “fairway” just as a foursome played through, totally unaware of the pleasure I’d just had while searching for my golf ball. Vanessa and I, after a brief cooling-off period, decided to try playing golf again.
The rest of the round went well. We did have one more suck-fuck session—in a rain shelter between the fourteenth and fifteenth holes. I fucked her furiously and, after letting go of another load, I’d had enough. But Vanessa wanted still more! She began blowing me again, and I could hardly believe that I could still get it up. But after a beautifully orchestrated job at fellatio, she swallowed my last shot at the day.
It was the most exciting game I have ever played. Vanessa and I parted with a memory of shared pleasures, and with a great golf story to tell our friends. Six hours after I’d last been there, I entered the pro shop. When he saw me, the pro laughed, “How did you like playing with Vanessa?” I said she’d been great, adding that I’d scored two holes in one!
Michael’s letter: My wife Barbara is a lusty, uninhibited woman of thirty-six. Her lush figure at 37-25-36 is a great source of pride to me, as is her five-foot-ten-inch height. Her nipples are like thick red erasers, and she enjoys showing them off whenever the opportunity arises.
Barbara loves the taste of male come. She is also irresistibly attracted to younger men because of their firm, athletic bodies and incredible stamina. She likes them over twenty and under twenty-five years old, and she fantasizes about drowning in an endless outpouring of come from their ripe balls. We have a mutual fantasy in which I watch her indulging in her favorite sex act. This fantasy has been a tremendous turn-on for both of us.
Recently, we had an opportunity to orchestrate the most highly charged erotic experience of our lives. It happened while we were having some masonry work done around our swimming pool. Barbara and I were watching from our bedroom window as the three young masons we’d hired were at work, their muscular bodies glistening with sweat in the sun. We knew we’d never have a better chance to make our fantasy come true.
As Barbara put on her skimpiest bikini, I teased her nipples until they appeared big and hard enough to burst the fabric of her thin top. As I watched from the upstairs window, my lovely wife went down and offered a pitcher of lemonade to the boys as an inducement for them to stop working. She began flirting, too. Whatever she said to them must have worked. In no time, Barbara’s top was off and all three studs were feverishly licking her tits. Seeing this, I got an erection that threatened to explode. Then I saw my darling wife take the swollen cocks of her admirers from out of their pants. Sitting on a chaise lounge, she proceeded to blow one guy and jack the other two off.
Soon I saw a stream of thick, white semen dribbling tram Barbara’s mouth, coating her chin and hanging in pearly strands from her erect nipples. Suddenly the other two studs exploded. One of the two cocks in her hands released the greatest torrent of semen that I have ever seen. I counted nine distinct spurts of the creamy nectar splash onto the concrete and, finally, dribble over her hand in gooey abundance. For the next thirty minutes, my darling wife fucked and sucked with delicious abandon, coaxing five more loads from the three young bucks’ balls.
As the guys left, marveling at their good fortune, Barbara motioned to let me know that the coast was clear. When I joined her on the chaise lounge, I noticed puddles of semen on the cushions. I also saw some running down her legs, and there were glistening droplets in her pussy hair. Barbara and I then had a “come feast,” licking and devouring every drop at the hot juices from her body. Finally, she sat on my face and used her come-slicked hands to jerk my cock to the most explosive climax of my life.
How can adultery improve a marriage? Why, if it’s done together, of course. Face it, you have fantasies and your spouse has fantasies. So why let roving thoughts tear you apart when they can pull you together? Sinning side by side can put the spice back into any marriage and the best place to start is a nice friendly game of mixed doubles. Watch jealousy turn to ecstasy as your spouse’s extramarital lust becomes your own and you both discover the erotic joys of sharing.
In this month’s Hot Stuff we bring you a trio of couples coupling with other couples. Join these frolicsome foursomes as they break the seventh commandment while learning that variety is truly the spice of life.
Ted’s letter: My wife Laura and I recently had a fantasy come true and we thought we should share it with Penthouse Letters. It happened while we were staying at a hotel about forty miles from our home, during one of those get-away packages. We had invited another couple, Joe and Amy, to join us.
The four of us spent the better part of the first day sitting in a whirlpool bath, drinking and catching up on things. The heat of the water tended to increase the effects of the alcohol, and the conversation repeatedly drifted to the subject of sex. We didn’t really get serious—just cracked a few jokes and passed some suggestive remarks. Afterward, as we headed for our rooms to change for dinner, we were feeling no pain. One of the girls said something about what she was planning to wear. At that, I suggested a contest to see which of the ladies could wear the sexier outfit to dinner. Amy asked what the prize would be. I grinned and said, “The winner will get two cocks after dinner and the loser will get none.” The girls giggled, and Joe said it sounded like a good idea to him.
After we showered, Laura put on a pretty blue dress with nothing underneath but a garter belt and stockings. I love her to dress like that. I go crazy thinking about her lovely pussy being bare while we’re in a public place. Laura was visibly excited—her nipples were erect and pressing against her dress—and I could hardly conceal my own excitement. When Joe and Amy came by to pick us up, I knew we were all in for an interesting night.
Amy had on a very short miniskirt and a very sheer blouse that revealed most of her cute little tits. She has great legs that look even better in high heels. I could see the outline of Joe’s large cock in his pants, so I knew he wasn’t wearing a hell of a lot, either.
All through the meal we sat with grins on our faces. My wife’s hand, dancing lightly on my cock under the table, nearly drove me to orgasm. Judging from the activity on the other side of the table, Joe was having a good time, too. We had planned to go dancing after dinner, but we were all so horny that we decided to head back to the room for an after-dinner drink. Amy said, “I don’t need a cocktail—just a cock.” I reminded her that only the winner would get any cock, to which she replied that we’d better hurry up and get on with the judging.
When we got back to the room, Joe and I declared a draw and announced that each girl would get both cocks.
I couldn’t just stand there like that, gazing at Laura’s exposed pussy, so I knelt and started to tongue her shaved cunt, which I love doing more than anything else. Joe and Amy were just watching and smiling. “Want a taste?” I asked.
“I do!” Amy said, getting down on her knees beside me. Laura had always fantasized about the two of us making it together with another woman, but this was the first time we had been in this situation. As Amy licked away at my wife’s sweet cunt, I climbed onto the bed and Laura started to lick my cock. She had to stop, though, because Amy’s tongue was driving her to orgasm. As Laura took my cock back in her mouth, I shot a stream of hot semen down her throat. Joe, meanwhile, had been fucking Amy doggie-style, and they both came a few seconds later.
That night we all made love in just about every position possible. Joe even sucked my cock and Laura returned the cunnilingus favor for Amy.
Laura and I still get horny whenever we recall that night. The memories inspire some pretty intense lovemaking between us, but we’re terribly impatient for a repeat performance with Joe and Amy.
Maryann’s letter: For months now, my lover has been bringing home entertainment magazines for men and catalogs of sexual paraphernalia and X-rated videos. It has done a lot to expand my sexual consciousness.
My partner Herb is into heavy-duty intercourse, and, his machismo thrives on my giving him blowjobs. Unfortunately, he’s never shown any indication of a desire for other forms at lovemaking. I discovered some time ago, however, mostly through reading and video viewing, that I wanted to try new things. I talked to Herb about “muffing” me, as I greatly enjoy receiving oral stimulation. I was horribly let down to find that he had a distaste for such activity. But he kept me quite satisfied otherwise, so I decided to be content with our limited sex repertoire.
One night Herb came home from work and told me that a couple we knew would be stopping by later. He tossed me a copy of Penthouse Letters that he’d brought with him and said that I ought to read it. Then he asked for a blowjob, which I gladly began to perform. As I was happily sucking on that great-tasting dick of his, Herb manually stimulated my nipples and genitalia. By the time he came, I was aching for some hot action to get me off as well. But just then there was a knock at the door. Our guests had arrived. Don was carrying a VCR and Caroline had a bunch of tapes in a shopping bag. I was beginning to wonder what Herb was up to. Maybe my man was a little more adventurous than I thought.
Don and Caroline are close friends, but I’d never entertained any desire for either of them even though Caroline is very attractive. I knew Caroline was always horny as hell, because she and I occasionally shared intimate secrets. I wondered if Herb and our friends were more liberal than I had thought. I also wondered if I was really as open-minded as I believed. These doubts kind of scared me. Anyway, the four of us were soon watching the videos and partying. The living-room furniture is not the most comfortable, and since we have a TV in the bedroom, I shocked myself by suggesting that we take the VCR into the bedroom and sit on the bed. Herb flashed a huge smile. “You are one horny woman,” he said, unbuttoning my shirt as he spoke and grabbing a handful of breast.
We moved to the bedroom, where Caroline lay across Don’s lap while I stretched out and Herb lay down next to me, using my chest for a pillow. The only light came from the TV screen. Loose summer clothes like Herb’s shorts and my free-flowing skirt and blouse made it easy for the two of us to indulge in some discreet petting as the videos heated up. My hand was urging on Herb’s growing erection, and his hands on my ass and nipples were getting me hot enough to forget there were two other people on our bed. But Herb told me to look at them—and excitement overwhelmed me when I saw my modest, demure friend burying her face in Dan’s crotch. Don still had his slacks on, but his fly was wide open.
At that point, I lost all my reservations. Rising to my knees, I gestured for Herb to ready himself for one of my patented blowjobs. He pulled down his shorts. I stuck out my tongue to meet his stiff cock as it burst from the confines of his clothing and stood tall and proud. Herb slid my blouse down off my shoulders as I worked his throbbing member deep into my throat. After another minute of rapturous cock-sucking, I felt my skirt being lifted almost to my waist and I knew my feverish puss was fully exposed. Then, as Herb was pleasuring my large tits, I felt Don pressing his head in between my thighs. Herb’s dick was pulsing more rapidly now. He told me to keep doing what I was doing, and suggested to Caroline that she “find a spot and get crazy.”
Don’s mouth, meanwhile, had been placed on my wet pussy. Just the feel of his breath and facial hair against my thighs made me rock my hips and increase the ardor with which I was sucking Herb’s dick. Dan’s oral antics increased in fervor as he parted my lips with his tongue and dove in, and I deduced that Caroline was probably riding his pole. Herb kept ramming his cock into my throat, which delighted me—I was hungry for every bit of his meat. I am rather short and Caroline is tall, so it worked out nicely for all concerned when Herb reached over me to take hold of her breasts. The four of us were like a well-oiled machine, each of us loving it.
Caroline discovered that she enjoyed the role of exhibitionist as she rode up and down her man’s shaft and showed off her lovely figure. Herb was enjoying the novelty of going from my size-40 breasts to Caroline’s perky little boobs, all the while relishing the pleasure of my eating his cock. I was thrilled by the delight of Don’s mouth exploring my box, and I was translating all this excitement into the enthusiasm with which I was blowing my lover.
Don nibbled me to my first orgasm just as Caroline was about to go crazy on top of him and when Herb was nearing his climax. Postponing it, Herb pulled out of my mouth and came around to the foot of the bed. I rolled over on my back. While Caroline and Don clasped each other and continued what they were doing, Herb nuzzled my breasts and began driving me crazy by stroking my slit with his glowing hard-on. Together we watched Don and Caroline reach a simultaneous orgasm, causing our own excitement to reach the boiling-over point. My man came while his cock was driving deep within me. We pumped and bucked to a joint orgasm that had more power than a rocket launch. Then we collapsed, exhausted. Caroline and Don had sufficiently recovered to applaud our grand finale.
With a little help from our two friends, we had a truly fantastic night.
Wayne’s letter: It’s finally happened!
I’ve been a Penthouse Letters reader for years. I’m thirty-seven years old and my wife is thirty-two. We’ve enjoyed twelve years of marriage and an exciting sex life. It became even more exciting this past week in San Antonio.
Let me explain, first of all, that my wife was aware for years that, on occasion, I’d had sex while on business trips. We’d never talked about it, though, until a few months ago, when she queried me about the strong scent of a woman’s perfume on some clothes she’d unpacked from my suitcase and washed. I decided to tell her the truth. To my astonishment, the only thing she was angry about was that I hadn’t told her earlier about my philandering ways. She said she was upset only because she had never mentioned her hot desire for extramarital sex.
But that was merely the first of many surprises. She also told me that the thought of my fucking other women excited her, and she made me detail every sex encounter I could remember. She wanted to hear about them blow-by-blow, suck-by-suck, fuck-by-fuck. This took all that day and night, for she kept getting aroused and repeatedly demanded to be fucked and eaten out. I’d never realized that my wife was so sex-driven. She had always been a “good girl.” Premarital sex had been the limit of her naughtiness.
More recently, I took Tessie my wife with me to San Antonio on a business trip. In a hotel cafe we met another couple, Will and Grace. They were in town to see a beauty contest. Although I didn’t focus on him at the time, he was a trim thirty-year-old. What I did focus on was his wife, also in her thirties and one incredibly sexy lady.
I called Tessie the next afternoon to tell her that I’d be late getting back to the hotel because my customer had invited me to play handball. Tessie’s voice sounded a little strange. Her final comment was also strange. She asked me not to be too late or too tired when I returned to the hotel. I figured she was hinting that she wanted a good screwing when I got back.
And indeed she did! What I didn’t yet know, though, was that she’d been with the aforementioned couple since they’d met for lunch. During the meal, they’d let her know that they were occasional swingers, and they’d asked her if we would be interested in a fourway. Tessie was so flustered that she’d told them of my recent confession, of her inexperience at extramarital sex and of her desire to gain such experience. After some more discussion, they decided to enjoy a threeway right away.
When I got back to our suite, a real surprise was waiting. I inserted the keycard and pushed the door open, only to find that the chain lock was engaged. I heard sounds that I later realized were made by people on the bed. My wife yelled, “Just a minute!” She came to the door, unchained it and opened it a bit wider without moving out of my way. She was wearing a short terry-cloth robe that was loosely tied. She asked if I felt like having a new experience. Her hair was mussed and there were purplish marks on her neck—hickeys, I knew. I said, “Sure!”
“Trust me,” she said. “Close your eyes and promise not to open them until I tell you to, no matter what!”
I agreed, and she let me into the suite and led me into the bedroom. True to my word, I kept my eyes closed as she kissed me and began to undress me. When I was naked, she began to suck my cock after reminding me not to open my eyes. Now, Tessie can give a really first-class blowjob and I know her style. So imagine my surprise when, after a moment’s cessation, which made me think that Tessie had stopped to catch her breath, the sucking resumed in a fashion that I instantly knew was different. I opened my eyes and damn near passed out at what I saw.
Will and Tessie were standing a few feet away, naked as jaybirds. Tessie and Grace had switched places in midsuck.
I couldn’t believe what was happening! The anger I felt at first was quickly replaced, however, by the horniest excitement I’d ever felt. Tessie said that it was, after all, her turn, adding that she thought I might like to share.
In the next few hours I came more times than I’d believed possible. I fucked Grace in the mouth and pussy while Will fucked Tessie at the same time on the same bed. After we’d fucked each other’s wife, each of the women sucked her own man clean. Later, Will and I “sandwiched” each of our wives in turn, me fucking Tessie’s mouth while Will was in her cunt. He and I then switched orifices on Grace. Several times, the gals performed some really energetic 69 with each other.
By two in the morning, the four of us were totally exhausted. We fell asleep where we lay. We repeated our orgy every night that week. On our last night in San Antonio, during our farewell marathon, the girls demanded to see the guys suck each other off. They said we should experience the pleasure of tasting a “come cocktail.” We also made plans to continue our foursome. But as far as getting it on again with Will—well, we’ll see.
When it comes to interoffice affairs, some people feel business and pleasure don’t mix. We at Penthouse Letters disagree. When the job is done and you’re still hard at work, plan an erotic agenda with a compatible colleague and relieve the pressure of your work load. Here we present letters from our readers about their sexual transactions with coworkers. Next time you’re at the coffee station or the watercooler with an amiable coworker, remember this month’s Hot Stuff and take that occupational risk.
Martin’s letter: I have been reading your magazine for almost seven years and mostly enjoy the letters. For the past few years I have been wondering if all those stories are really true. I’d never really thought that anything so spontaneous could ever happen to me, but I finally have my story for Penthouse Letters. It happened just last night.
I am a twenty-five-year-old guy who works for a small but profitable business. My sex life is very active, but nothing really out of the ordinary.
About a week ago our company hired a new salesperson, a very attractive woman, and all the guys were talking about how they would like to get into her pants. I had the same thoughts. Her name is Marcie. She is twenty-seven years old and has an excellent body that would turn any guy’s head.
As a manager for the company, I some-times stay very late at the office. Last night was one of those nights. I was in my office at about ten o’clock, catching up on some paperwork, when Marcie came in. Looking as good as usual, she sat down by my desk. We started into some friendly conversation, which led to her asking me if I’d like to get high. I told her I would, and we proceeded to fire up a number—since we were the only ones in the office it really didn’t matter. After a few tokes and some more relaxing talk, the conversation turned to sex.
Then, before I knew what had happened, she planted a big, wet kiss on me. I was surprised to see how long her tongue was. When she kissed me I damn near choked on it. Then she started telling me how horny she was, and without much else to be said, we were soon in my car, headed for the nearest motel.
When we got into our room, we went directly to bed, where we continued what we’d started. After about ten minutes of necking and some very heavy petting, I began to take off her clothes. When I removed her bra, I just about went nuts over her beautiful tits. They were large and very soft and milky white, so I couldn’t resist doing a mouth-dive on them as she removed my clothes.
It was a relief when she released my cock from my pants, as it felt about ready to bust out with no help at all, I reached down and slipped a few fingers into her already dripping pussy, which was neatly shaven and oh-so-tight. She, in the meantime, was stroking and squeezing my seven-inch rod, which was so hard that I feared it just might blow up. Then she looked at me and asked if I liked getting head. All I could think of then was: “That sure is a stupid question.”
With that, Marcie proceeded to work her way down to my aching cock. First, she just teased me with that long tongue of hers. Then, just at the right moment, she swallowed my cock in one huge lunge that made me shoot a load of hot come down her throat. She readily swallowed every drop, being sure not to miss any of the hot, salty liquid. I then worked my way down to that sweet-smelling pussy of hers and dove in like it was my last meal. Within seconds, she was gushing her sweet come all over my face. Then she turned around to restore my hard-on, saying that she needed to have it in her pussy. So I gladly fulfilled her wish. I had a little trouble get-ting into her pussy because of its lightness, but I managed to sink my shaft in to the hilt. And, after a long and furious fuck, we came in what had to be the most earth-shattering orgasm of all time. Then, totally exhausted, we fell into a deep, restful sleep.
When I awoke the next day to a great blowjob and got a chance to fuck that beautiful pussy of hers again, it was the start of a really great day. So great, in fact, that I had to write and tell you all about this experience. I am looking forward to spending many more beautiful nights with this wonderful woman.
You should have seen the looks we got when we went to work today—in the same car and the same clothes we had on the day before! Thanks, Penthouse Letters, for being someone to tell this story to.
Arthur’s letter: I’ve been reading your magazine for quite a while and intending to write this letter for several months.
Last winter the company I work for transferred me from one town to another. I figured it was going to be a cold, lonely three months before my wife would join me. One of the first things I did in my new office was look around for some pussy to keep me company. I asked several guys if they could recommend an easy lay, and I got the same name from four different guys, along with a detailed description of some of her previous adventures. Her name is Jennie, and she’s about twenty-four, five feet four inches tall, one hundred twenty pounds, with long blonde hair. She dresses stylishly and has the sweetest little round ass. She’s married, but that doesn’t seem to be a problem.
Despite my shyness, I managed to talk to her several times and gradually got to know her. At the same time, I was buying a house, trying to get ready to move, and driving home every weekend to screw my wife silly. Finally, one day, Jennie came to work wearing an open-weave sweater and flesh-colored bra. That was it—I had to do something. I called and asked it she would like to see my new house. We drove over at lunch to take a look, and I spent most of the time with my eyeballs glued to her sweater. I still had a hunch that the stories about her were probably just office gossip. I finally got around to giving her a casual kiss, and when that went okay, I pulled her up tight and gave her a real kiss. By this time I had a hard-on that wasn’t going to go away, and I wondered how late we could be on our lunch hour without getting in trouble. I decided we’d better get back to work.
The next week I was scheduled to work Saturday, so I couldn’t make a trip home, but I did make a date with Jennie for Friday night. On Wednesday afternoon Jen-nie called and said she had an exercise class scheduled after work but would rather go to my house, and was it okay? I got an immediate hard-on, and I still had two hours to go until quitting time. I got off work a few minutes before her and rushed home to turn on the heat and warm up the house. There I was in a very cold house without any furniture, sporting a hard-on, wondering if she had the same thing on her mind that I had on mine. She finally arrived, and we spent a few minutes playing kissy face and making small talk. I somehow managed to ask if she wanted to screw. She kind of smiled and said, “As long as you’re not the kind of guy who kisses and tells.”
We headed for the bedroom. I planted loving kisses all over this sweet young thing as I stood her up and undressed her. She was so lovely with no clothes on that I got trembling knees and sweaty palms. I took off my clothes and turned around to face her. There she was on her knees, staring at my prick and licking her lips. I moved a little closer, and she sucked it right into her mouth. She started sucking and licking my prick and rubbing my balls. I stood there, running my hands through her hair. Boy, was she making my dick feel good! I figured I’d better put a stop to this or we were going to be finished before we really got started. I popped my dick out of her mouth and pushed her back on the carpet. She carefully spread her long legs and lay back with a smile. I started licking her face and worked my way down to her pussy. It tasted unbelievably good! I found her clitoris and kept slurping away. I looked up and saw she was worked up good, but she seemed unable to come. I finally quit eating and moved up for some good old pussy-pounding. She said, kind of shyly, “I can come…It just takes a long time.” I filed that statement for later reference, because I had a pressing problem at that point. I slid my dick into her very snug, juicy pussy. I thought I was going to come on the first stroke. I pulled out and told her to turn over. She quickly did so. Now this was really screwing. I love to give it from the rear. I pumped her across the carpeted floor, picking up a few rug burns as we went. Then I stiffened up and let it fly. What a relief!
I crawled off, and she went to clean up. Before she left, I asked if we still had a date for Friday night and if she had ever used a vibrator. She said yes, we definitely had a date—and, no, she hadn’t ever used a vibrator. I promised her that Friday night would make up for a less than ideal situation this time.
The next day I went shopping for a vibrator. I knew what I was looking for and bought a model designed to give very intense vibrations, through a small rubber tip, right to the clitoris.
Friday night we went to a bar, had a few drinks, and listened to a local band. Around nine o’clock we headed for a motel room. We quickly shed our clothes and jumped into bed. After a few minutes of holding and caressing, I got out the vibrator and explained how it worked.
I sat her on my prick, facing my feet, and lay back to enjoy. She lay back on top of me and started to use the vibrator, but stopped and said, “I feel strange using this.” I assured her that she was soon going to feel ecstatic. She turned it on and slid it down to her clit. I could feel the vibrations through her pussy—in fact, it felt like electrified pussy.
I’ve watched other girls use vibrators, but I’ve never seen anything like this. In thirty seconds she was as stiff as a board and panting. I tried to count the number of times she came, but I couldn’t tell when one orgasm stopped and the next began. She must have come fifteen times in ten minutes. She finally turned off the vibrator and said, “That’s the best thing that’s happened to me in years.” I think I gave her a night to remember.
Rick’s letter: I am a twenty-six-year-old male who works for a finance company in Michigan. As a single man who works long hours, hoping to climb the corporate lad-der, I have difficulty finding the time to date. Besides, I make it a point not to date women I work with. Suffice it to say that the beautiful women and hot letters in your magazine often relieve my chronic state of horniness!
Which brings me to a recent experience that I believe worthy of publication in Penthouse Letters. It involves Maggie, my twenty-three-year-old assistant, who worked for me since she joined the company two years ago. She is tall and slim, with large firm breasts and an ass that won’t quit. Her incredibly sexy looks are always enhanced by the extremely provocative clothes she wears. Until last week, our relationship had always been similar to that of an older brother and younger sister, with me teaching her about the business world. Last week, however, our relationship changed dramatically for the better.
It really began three weeks ago, when Maggie announced that she had been offered a job with another company that was too good to refuse. While I was happy for her, I knew I would miss her, personally as well as professionally. On her next-to-last day with the company, she asked if I could give her a ride to and from work since her car was being repaired. There was nothing suggestive in her request because I drive past her apartment en route to and from the office every day. When I picked her up that next morning, Maggie walked to my car wearing a white see-through sundress. Also, as I discovered when we got to the office, Maggie had not worn a slip under the dress. Much to my delight, a tiny pair of blue panties that barely covered her sensational ass was visible.
All day long, every guy at the office, including yours truly, couldn’t keep his eyes off her—especially when she bent over to replace files in the cabinet, as she did repeatedly. Maggie seemed to be flirting with me, but I shrugged it off, figuring it was only my imagination. At about three o’clock, however, she stopped by my desk and informed me that she had a gift wait-ing for me at her apartment, explaining that it was intended as a token of thanks to me for being such a great boss. Boy, was I surprised! I couldn’t wait to find out what Maggie’s gift was.
At quitting time, as she got into my car, Maggie let her dress ride up, exposing most of her long sexy legs. She soon placed her left hand on my thigh and matter-of-factly asked what I thought of her outfit. Before I could answer, she told me that she had been horny all day and knew that I’d been horny, too. She’d deduced this, she explained, from the big bulge in my pants. When we entered her apartment, she threw her arms around me and delivered the wettest French kiss I had ever received. We stumbled to the couch and continued kissing for several minutes. Maggie then stood up and let her dress fall to the floor, proclaiming, “I’m your present!”
The sight of this gorgeous girl, standing before me in her bra and panties, had me ready to explode instantly. Maggie sensed this and said, “Sit back, boss. I’ll take care of you.” She then knelt and took off my pants. Kissing my seven-inch cock through my underwear for a minute or so, she then pulled down my briefs and really got busy with her hot mouth. First she licked my balls and then she slowly made her way up along the shaft of my cock. When she got to the head, she gazed up at me with a smile that sent shivers down my spine. And then she took about four inches in her mouth, sucking quickly up and down, stopping occasionally to tell me how good it tasted. As she engulfed my hard penis between her red lips, her hands massaged my buttocks. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and I exploded inside of her beautiful mouth.
After Maggie had swallowed every drop of my creamy come, she told me to grab a beer and relax while she took a shower and changed into something more comfortable. I just sat back and admired the view as she walked sinuously to the bedroom. At the door, she unsnapped her bra and gave me my first look at her naked tits. She also stepped out of her panties before disappearing through the doorway to the bedroom. I sipped my beer and wondered what would happen next. I heard the shower stop and, minutes later, there were the sounds of Maggie fumbling through her dresser drawers. When she finally emerged from her bedroom, my dick jumped to attention.
She was wearing a black see-through baby doll, with a matching G-string. Only a tiny patch covered her cunt. As I moved to get up, she motioned for me to stay seated. She proceeded then to give me the greatest show on earth. Act one, so to speak, was a slow and sensual massage of her breasts, which caused her nipples to harden and protrude through the black material. After several minutes of this, she turned and bent over to give me a perfect view of that ass which I had secretly admired for the past two years. She began to rub her buttocks while smiling at me between her parted legs. After several minutes of this, she straightened up and excitedly fingered her pussy, motioning for me to follow her into her bedroom.
Once we were in the bedroom, I knew immediately what Maggie wanted me to do. She was lying on the edge of the bed with her legs spread-eagle and hanging over the side. She softly whispered, “Eat me, please.”
Now it was my turn to give her some pleasure. I knelt and softly kissed the insides of her thighs. As I kissed my way closer to the triangle between her legs, her ass wiggled in anticipation. I kissed and licked her crotch through the black material that still hid it. Then, not being patient enough to untie the string, I ripped off her panties to expose the hottest, sweetest-smelling pussy ever. For what seemed like forever, I made love to her cunt with my mouth. I kissed every inch of her pink gash and licked it up and down, concentrating on her clit, which was hard and sensitive. Every time my tongue made contact with her clit, she would screech and buck her hips. Then, when I knew she was ready, I stuck my tongue deep into her cunt hole. We both came and fell into each other’s arms.
The grand finale began when Maggie told me that she wanted me to fuck her from behind. Just hearing her say this had me ready to go again. She got on the bed and positioned herself so she was on all fours. I impulsively patted and squeezed the cheeks of her ass, which brought an approving moan. As I got in position behind her, I told her how hard I was going to fuck her. She reached back and parted her pussy lips, at which I rammed my dick into her. I was soon fucking her with total abandon, my balls slapping her ass with every stroke. When we were both on the verge of coming, Maggie pulled away and slid her body between my legs. She rubbed my dick between her luscious breasts until it exploded and gushed my hot cream into her waiting mouth. God, it was the best orgasm of my life!
I am not sure when I’ll see Maggie again, but, when I do, I plan to give her a present of my own.