I really love your magazine. I wish you’d print more letters about pussy-eating, though. I am six foot three inches fall and weigh two hundred fifteen pounds. I’m one black male who drives the ladies here in New York crazy. I’m a sergeant in the air force, so maybe my uniform helps, but I think it’s more than that. I can’t really speak of how I got into eating pussy, but I must say it’s the only thing I hold sacred in my life, besides money.
I’m single and it makes me feel good to see to it that whomever I am with has at least four or five orgasms before we have actual intercourse. I love to have women come all over my face. Although usually I eat up all their love cream, I can’t resist letting it run all over my face at times. Some women propositioned me when I went to job interviews in New York—and some pretty wild things happened as a result. Every time I read in your columns about oral sex, my mind travels back to those events. I’ve tried going to shrinks about it. I’ve tried lots of things but have never found anything better than eating pussy.
A friend who has a video camera is going to do a tape of me eating out two women. This is nothing new for me but I know viewers will get turned on by it. H.B., Syracuse, N.Y.
I am just completing my freshman year at a large university in Chicago. Until now I’ve lived all my life in a small town in South Dakota, and I don’t need to explain the vast lifestyle and cultural differences.
As soon as I arrived in Chicago, I found myself exposed to people and places I had never dreamed of before. This is the first time I’ve been away from home alone, and although I did have a part-time boyfriend back there, my real sexual awakening occurred on a freezing night last year. I was shopping for groceries in a large supermarket and, being only five-foot-two, I couldn’t reach an item that was high on a shelf. It just happened to be a feminine-hygiene deodorant. I looked around for assistance and saw that the only person in the aisle was a tall, black gentleman.
Here I was, eighteen years old, and I had never even talked to a black person before. I worked up my courage and asked for his help. He was more than happy to oblige, and as he handed me the box, he looked at me, smiled, and said, “There’s no way that such a sweet young lady would ever need this.” I blushed like never before and smiled back at him. He was undressing me with his eyes and I was getting extremely aroused by his dark, handsome face and large, muscular body. I was frightened a little but very turned on. A conversation followed and it wasn’t long before he offered to carry my bags not only to my car but to my apartment as well. Without giving it much thought, I quickly abandoned my rigid conservative upbringing and agreed.
He followed me home in his car, carried my bags up to my apartment and made himself comfortable on the couch, which also serves as my bed. I sat down next to him and we started talking. He told me that he is thirty-five and works out regularly with weights it showed! and has a terrible weakness for pretty young blondes. With that, he gently picked up all one hundred nineteen pounds of me and placed me in his lap, facing him. The skirt I was wearing was now up around my hips as my legs were wrapped around his waist, and I could feel his firm cock pressing between my legs. He brushed my hair away from my face and asked, “You ever made love with a soul brother before?” “I’ve never even met one before,” I answered. I was nervous yet full of quivering anticipation.
As he kissed me, I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth and instantly felt my panties getting damp. He unhooked my bra and removed it with my blouse. He grinned widely as he gazed at my breasts, their erect nipples pointing directly at him. I stood up to allow him to free me from my skirt, panty hose and panties. He stood and removed his shirt to show off his huge, muscular chest. When he finally got his pants off, he revealed the longest, thickest cock I’ve ever seen. I looked at it hungrily yet nervously. He saw this and held my face in his hands and said, “Now, sweet baby, you just leave things to me and don’t worry your pretty head. Before you know what’s happening, I’ll have you sitting on all I’ve got and you’ll be calling me your sweet lovin’ daddy.”
He pulled out the bed, lay me down on it, got between my legs and started licking my love-nest, as he called it. The ecstasy his tongue created drove me wild as I clawed at the pillows with my fingernails. After two shuddering orgasms I was seated again in his lap with his hands around me just below my breasts. He lifted me up until I could feel just the very tip of his cock brushing against my pussy. “Does that sweet young pussy want some of this hard dick?” he asked. “Yes, yes, right now,” I answered quickly. He very slowly started to lower and raise me on his swollen cock. My legs were locked around his waist and my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, leaving my drenched pussy easy prey for his powerful manhood. I could feel every fiber of his hot cock as he gradually lowered me down its length. I couldn’t get enough of his kisses or his big hands all over me—but especially his huge poker being stuffed inside me. I gasped with pleasure as more and more of it entered me, until I felt his balls caressing my ass, and then I knew that great black cock was all mine—every inch of it was snugly inside me. I completely abandoned myself to his overwhelming masculinity as he brought me to a series of mind-blowing orgasms that were too numerous to count. I squirmed and squealed with delight as he released his hot load of come inside me. I collapsed in his arms, panting for air. I was totally exhausted.
There is no way I could have hoped for a more complete sexual awakening than I received from that wonderful man, and when he suggested to me that we become permanent partners and roommates, I was nodding my head up and down before he could get all the words out! We’ve been living together for almost four months now and our lovemaking is still as exciting as it was that first night. This man whom I find so desirable is mine any time I please, and I could not possibly be happier. I enjoy your magazine immensely. Keep up the excellent work. Name and address withheld
I am a thirty-two-year-old mother of two, and for years I have been reading the letters in your magazine. I’ve developed a particular interest in letters from white girls who have had black lovers. When I mentioned this to my husband, he seemed to get very excited at the idea. In fact, that night he made love to me more vigorously than ever.
After that, whenever a letter of that sort appeared in your magazine, Dave read it out loud to me. One day, Dave said that there was a black guy at work who was always talking about how well-hung he is. Dave also said that the guy kept boasting about all his amorous escapades. Then he asked if I was seriously interested in having sex with a black man. Figuring it would never happen anyway, I said I was interested.
Not long afterward, on a Friday night, while Dave was out drinking after work, he gave me a call. He told me to get dolled up because he was bringing home a surprise. I guessed what the surprise would be, and I turned to jelly. I barely managed to put on my nice white negligee and fix myself a drink. By the time Dave arrived, I was finishing my second drink. He walked into the living room with a handsome, well-built black man. Dave, who’d obviously had quite a few drinks, introduced him as Bill. After I’d gotten them each a beer and turned on some music, we sat around and made small talk-until Dave said that this was my night, and that he was just going to sit back and watch me enjoy myself.
At that, Bill put his beer down and asked me to dance. He held me close. I felt his large cock through his pants. After the dance, he kissed me on the neck and I went limp. When he asked if I wanted to feel his “pleasure machine,” I reached down and couldn’t believe how big it was. He then asked me to undress him so I could see it in all its glory.
I took his shirt off and then lowered his pants and undershorts until he stepped out of them. I gasped at the size of his chocolate-brown cock. It must have hung eight inches down between his legs. He sat on a chair and asked me to strip for him. I slowly removed my negligee and stood there in front of him. He told me how nice it would be to have my beautiful lips on his prick. My husband was just staring in silence, a smile on his face.
I knelt in front of Bill, took his cock in my hands and worked a few inches of it into my mouth. I was amazed to feel it grow even bigger in my mouth. It did not get as stiff and rigid as Dave’s does, but it was solid and stood away from his body. He told me that it was ten inches long when totally erect. It wasn’t until I took it out of my mouth and looked at it that I knew he wasn’t exaggerating.
I don’t know if it was the size of it or the novelty of the situation, but I was unbelievably hot and excited, licking his shaft and balls all over. He let me keep this up for several minutes before gently stopping me. Promising me a fuck I’d never forget, he had me stand up, turn around, and then squat over his enormous prick, which he held pointing up at my open cunt. Then he pulled me back and down on his standing part. I don’t know how far in me it was, but I felt more full of man-meat than ever in my life.
Bill pushed me up and down a few times, and then said, “Congratulations, baby. You’ve got half of it in you now.” I couldn’t believe there was still more cock to come, and I wondered how I’d be able to take it all. Bill pulled me harder against him and opened my legs wider. Before I could stop him, his ebony sword was in me to the hilt. The next thing I knew, we were in bed and Bill was pounding his monster cock in and out of me. Dave just sat on the edge of the mattress, silently watching.
Bill must have lasted for half an hour, every second of which was like an eternity of bliss. When he finally came, he held his prick all the way in until every drop of his load was spent. When he pulled out, I felt drained. Bill and Dave then went off together for a beer, and I just lay there. About fifteen minutes later, they returned and Bill asked if I was ready. “Ready for what?” I asked. He explained that it was his turn to lie back and my turn to do the work. Having said that, he put his prick in my mouth again. As soon as it was hard, he lay down and told me to climb on and ride his “black beauty.” When I got on top of him, I was surprised at how much easier his penis slipped into me this time. I must have ridden him for forty-five minutes, and I loved every moment of it. Boy, was I hooked on Bill’s black beauty. But he left after that. I fucked two more times that night, but Dave’s familiar white cock seemed tame in comparison.
A few weeks later, while Dave was away for the weekend, Bill telephoned. He said he could promise me a night I would never forget. Eager as a young girl, I went over to his apartment. All I could think of was that big black cock of his. When I got there, he offered me a drink and we danced and caressed. We smoked a couple of joints, which left me just floating. At Bill’s request, I went into the next room and changed. When I came back out, two other black men were there with Bill. When I looked puzzled, Bill said, “Remember, I promised a night you would always remember!” Then he took me in his arms and kissed me. When I told him I’d do whatever he wanted, he passed me to the other two guys, and they kissed and fondled me.
When they saw that I was sufficiently aroused, they asked me to strip. As soon as I was naked, they took off their clothes and sat down. Bill suggested that I should start by giving them each a blowjob. I could hardly contain my excitement when I saw the size of their cocks. Although Bill’s was the largest, the other two weren’t much smaller. Jim’s was about eight inches in length. Nate’s was a little longer, but uncircumcised and strangely shaped. In fact, it was unattractive and somewhat of a turn-off.
After I had blown each of them, they took turns eating me out. When each had had a turn tonguing my pussy, they each took a turn fucking me. Wow. I was in heaven. Each of their cocks filled me to the brim. Nate, who was last, felt different in my cunt because of the shape of his tool.
After all three of them had come, I could hardly move. But I was one happy woman when Bill took me home later that night. Dave has never found out about that night, but he still talks about having Bill visit us again sometime. Like Bill promised, it was indeed a night that I’ll always remember. Name and address withheld
I am the owner of a small company in New York City. I’m forty-three years of age, about six feet tall, weigh one hundred eighty pounds, and my looks are about average. My work used to be dull—until last December, that is, when I hired an eighteen-year-old college student as a part-time clerk-typist.
Essie was a very pretty Oriental girl, only about five feet tall and no more than a hundred pounds in weight. She had a firm pair of tits, which I later found out were 32B’s. I had heard all the stories about Oriental women in bed, and Essie was really friendly towards me, but I never thought I would ever get into her pants. But one day, after she had been on the job for a few weeks, I came back from lunch and found her crying. Genuinely concerned, I asked her to sit down in my office and tell me what was wrong. She said she had just broken up with her boyfriend, and complained about how insensitive and immature he was. I told her to calm down, and I started to massage her shoulders.
After Essie stopped crying, she thanked me and gave me a kiss. We looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, and the next thing I knew, we were kissing passionately. My tongue probed her mouth, and I let my hands explore her soft body, caressing her tits and erect nipples through her clothes. Soon growing impatient with this light petting, I took off her blouse and bra. Her breasts were beautifully round and firm. I rubbed them gently and began to suck and nibble at her erect pink, nipples. This drove her crazy. She started to moan and run her fingers through my hair.
As I began to undo her skirt, Essie stopped me, explaining that not even her boyfriend had ever touched her “down there.” I assured her that there was nothing to worry about, and I removed her skirt, taking time to rub her hot pussy through her panties, which caused her to tremble and softly moan with pleasure. I asked her to sit on my desk as I sat in the chair and removed her shoes. As I slipped her panties down, I heard her breathing slow in anticipation. I pulled them off and gently spread her legs to give me a clear view of the most lovely pink pussy I’ve ever seen.
Essie’s pink lips were surrounded by straight, silky black hair. Her clit, swollen with excitement, stood out proudly. I stuck my tongue between her pink lips and sampled the juices gathering there. She tasted so sweet!
I parted her outer lips with one hand and let my fingers probe the pink softness they’d been concealing. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily as my fingers slid in and out of her cunt. She lay back across my desk, sensing and inviting the onset of my all-out oral assault on her pussy. From her cunt-hole, I licked up along her crack to her clit, which I greedily sucked.
After ten minutes of this, Essie gasped and pressed my face fully into her love-nest. At the same time, a steady flow of her juices rushed forth, soaking my mouth, chin and nose. “That felt so good,” she sighed.
“There’s even more to come,” I told her. She looked at me quizzically, but not disapprovingly, as I undid my belt and lowered my pants. I gently pushed her back upon my desk again and spread her legs wider. Her pussy was fully exposed and glistening. I rubbed my cock up and down it. “Wait! I’m a virgin! I shouldn’t do this!” she said, but her objection was obviously insincere and altogether unconvincing. She made no move to stop me. In fact, she spread her legs wider and said, “Please, go ahead and stick your dick in me.”
So I hand-pumped my six-incher a couple of times and then pushed it between her well-lubricated cunt lips. She was so tight that it took me a while, but I managed to get my entire shaft into her throbbing, clutching vagina. It felt amazing—tight, but wonderfully soft and friendly. I started to fuck her, slowly at first and then gradually picking up the pace. She soon started to rock with me. She lifted her hips and let out a yell so loud that I feared my secretary would hear it. I squeezed her tits while I fucked her. After about ten minutes, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I flooded her virgin cunt with my come.
Essie sat up and smiled at me as I pulled up my pants. I kissed her tenderly, and then the intercom sounded. It was my secretary notifying me that I was scheduled to meet with Mike—a black man from the mailroom—about some new policies we were instituting. Mike stands about six-five and weighs at least two hundred and fifty pounds. He had mentioned to me once that he thought Essie looked like a real hot piece. Not sure what to tell my secretary, I looked at Essie, still sprawled on my desk, totally naked, her moist pussy quivering. “Let him come in,” she purred.
This surprised me, but who was I to argue? I unlocked the door and told my secretary to let Mike come in. When he entered and saw Essie like that, his chin nearly hit the floor. She still had her legs apart and her juices were oozing out of her pink hole. “How about a little snack before we get to work?” I asked him. Mike smiled. Sitting in my desk chair, he ran his fingers over Essie’s thighs, close to her cunt. She really got excited when he stuck one finger into her beautiful pussy and moved it slowly in and out.
As I watched, she motioned me over to her. When I got within reach, she grabbed at my crotch. Aware of what she wanted, I freed my cock and let her hold it. For a couple of minutes, she just studied it in fascination and gently stroked it. Then she looked up at me, smiled and licked the head. I groaned in pleasure, at which she started to lick the entire shaft, now and then flicking her tongue about the tip.
Mike was now licking her cunt while finger-fucking her, and her moans of pleasure were muffled by my cock in her mouth. As she sucked, she milked the base of my cock with her tiny hand. Mike stood up and let his dick out of his pants. He had at least ten inches of meat, so Essie was in for a big surprise.
As he placed his cock at the entrance to her love-tunnel, Mike started to feel her breasts. After taking in a few inches of Mike’s dick, she moaned and increased her suction on mine. I don’t know how Mike did it, but he managed to get all ten inches into her cunt. While he was fucking her brains out, Essie massaged my balls until I couldn’t stop myself from coming. After letting loose a stream of come in her mouth, I rubbed my still-frothing cock across her mouth while she kissed and licked it.
Essie kept lifting her hips to meet Mike’s strokes as she told him to stick it in deeper. After twenty minutes or so, he withdrew his great cock and shot his load all over the desk. She scooped up some of his sperm, rubbed it into her skin and licked her fingers clean.
For the rest of that splendid afternoon, Mike and I enjoyed every inch of her beautiful body, and she enjoyed ours. Since then, Essie and I have made love at least once a day, and every lunch hour starts with a great blowjob. She’s even offered herself as the main attraction at my friend’s bachelor party next month. I told her that there’ll be fifteen horny guys at the party with her, and she said she can’t wait!
Now I know that all those stories about Oriental women may be true. My advice to your male readers is to find a sexy Asian goddess and enjoy her charms. I’d sure like to read more about Oriental girls in future issues of Penthouse Letters. —J.H., New York, N.Y.
About a month ago, my husband and I decided to take a short vacation away from the kids. We dropped them off at my folks’ house and left for four days of relaxation at a resort hotel near San Diego.
During our first day there, we stayed by the pool. Dinner was at a nice restaurant downtown. After dinner we returned to the hotel lounge for some drinks. Within a couple of hours we befriended two guys who were sitting at the table next to ours. Their names were Milt and Stan, and they were in San Diego for a business conference. Both were in their twenties, very handsome and muscular—and black.
While we talked and joked, I carelessly let my skirt slide up until I was showing a lot of leg—the result of the margaritas I was drinking. When the bar closed, my husband Jeff suggested that we all go up to our room for a nightcap. Our new friends agreed without hesitation.
When we got to the room, Jeff busied himself with fixing the drinks while Milt and Stan sat on the bed. Both of them commented on the shapeliness of my legs. I thanked them for the compliment and sort of paraded in front of them. They said I would make a good model, and Jeff agreed, saying that I should start modeling right there and then. We took a vote, which I lost by three to one, and they convinced me to model what I was wearing. Perhaps I should tell you that I’m twenty-nine, blonde, busty, and, as I’ve said, I have shapely long legs. That night, I was wearing all black—dress, slip, bra, panties, nylons and high-heel pumps.
After I’d done several turns and some more parading, the guys asked me to remove my dress. I looked at Jeff questioningly, and he said, “Take it off. Go ahead and take it off.” So I did. I took off my dress and walked about the room for a few minutes. Then I removed my slip and danced for them in my bra, panties and nylons, and I could see the three of them were getting hot. Next I removed my bra and let my panties drop to the floor. With my panties around my ankles, I just stood there, momentarily stunned by what I’d done, for I had never before been naked in front of any other man but Jeff.
My heart was pounding and I felt free, uninhibited and not at all embarrassed by my nudity. In fact, I was so excited that I thought my nipples would explode. My pussy juices were beginning to run, and my knees felt weak, but I was high on parading my nakedness before my husband and our two black friends.
I was instructed by Jeff to lie on the bed and spread my legs so the three of them could see my cunt. I was so hot that I couldn’t wait to do as I was told. When I’d spread my legs as far as I could, I felt Milt and Stan fingering my vaginal lips as they studied the pinkness of my vulva. I looked over at Jeff, who was watching from the chair as Milt began to explore my hole and clit with his tongue. My first orgasm came quickly—and I lost track of how many times I came in the next few minutes.
Stan had undressed, meanwhile, and stepped up to the bed and stuck his big, beautiful black dick into my mouth. When I started to gag, he slowed the pace at which he pumped it between my lips. Milt then stopped eating my pussy and mounted me, his enlarged penis filling my vagina like it had never been filled before. Jeff’s isn’t nearly so thick or long. What a thrilling experience it was to have two huge black cocks in me at the same time—with my husband watching.
Milt’s great cock pounded into me again and again, until he erupted and filled me with his hot milk. Stan shot off only moments later, flooding my mouth with his warm, gooey come. I almost pulled my mouth away, having never had a man climax in my throat before, but instead I held my head in place. I found that his sperm didn’t taste at all unpleasant. My husband came closer and asked me to open my mouth. He told me later that he really got a thrill when he saw my teeth and tongue immersed in what must have been a quart of come. While Jeff watched, I sloshed my tongue in the thick white sperm and deposited drops of it on my lips. Somehow, it also got on my nose and cheeks, and was running down my chin, and at the same time, I felt Milt’s sperm running out of my cunt and down along the crack of my ass. I was truly overflowing with male sex juices.
Milt and Stan traded places and began fucking me as if they hadn’t had a piece of ass in months. I was loving it, though, and urging them to fuck me deeper and harder. I was becoming more and more addicted to the joy of being fucked by two black studs at once. There was an overpowering desire within me for more cocks to satisfy and to be satisfied by—and for more hot cock juice to swallow and enjoy.
Yes, I had fallen in love with two beautiful black cocks that ejected a warm, sticky love nectar that I couldn’t get enough of. Today, a month later, I still crave these men, so I’m happy to report that they’ll soon be in our area to attend another conference, and Jeff promises that I’ll get to see them again and to meet some of their friends for a gang bang. That will be sperm heaven! Name and address withheld
I read your magazine all the time and especially enjoy the letters. I never thought I’d be writing one, but here goes.
My name is Bob. I’m twenty-seven and just divorced. My company decided to transfer me to their plant in Florida. A few of my fellow workers helped me find a place to stay in a large condo complex. For the most part, I keep to myself and haven’t met many of my neighbors.
About a month ago, I was getting off the elevator on my floor when a black chick came around the corner. I stopped at my door and watched her ass as she passed by. I was still staring when she stopped at the next apartment. She looked my way and said, “What the fuck are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen a black woman before?” With that, she opened the door and went inside. I opened my door thinking what a bitch she must be.
After taking a shower, I put on shorts, a T-shirt and prepared a drink. Turning on my stereo, I picked up a copy of Penthouse Letters and settled in to do some reading.
About an hour or so had passed when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it, and there stood my neighbor with a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. She had on a one-piece white outfit that had a zipper from the neck to the crotch. She said, “Look, I’m sorry about our earlier meeting. May I come in?” I said, “Sure. I’m sorry I was staring.” She told me her name was Carol, and she worked as a flight attendant.
We drank about half the wine, and she asked if I smoked. I said, “Sure.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a joint. She said it was good stuff, she had picked it up in Mexico. We finished it off, both of us feeling quite mellow by then. The music on the stereo was nice. She stood up and said, “Let’s dance.” I glided into her arms and she slipped them around my neck. I put my hands on her hips and we danced nice and slow. Her head came to my chin and her titties were rubbing my belly. My cock was hard, and I knew she could feel it pressing against her.
When the song ended, we sat down. I tried to cover my hard-on, but she said it felt good and leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues played with one another, and my seven inches came to full attention. I reached for her zipper and pulled it down, exposing her lovely tits. I rubbed and pulled on her nipples, making them as hard as rocks. Her tits were not very big, but they were nice and full. Her nipples were black and stood out sharply against the coffee-colored skin of her body. I started sucking and biting her nipples as she moaned and licked my ear. Her hand started stroking my cock when she whispered, “Let’s get more comfortable.”
We headed for the bedroom. I took off my T-shirt and shorts. She looked at my cock and said, “Oh God, it’s beautiful.” I pushed the blouse from her shoulders and her outfit fell to her feet. Her tits had no sag and her pussy was covered with curly black hair.
We lay down and kissed. My hand went to her pussy and I fingered her wet hole. My thumb was rubbing her clit and my mouth was sucking and licking her nipples. I worked my tongue down her belly, heading for her pussy. I love eating pussy, almost as much as I love fucking. She asked me if I was going to eat her, and I said yes. She then said she had read about it, but could never get any of her boyfriends to do it.
I got between her legs and told her to relax and enjoy the feeling. Her pussy was all pink and wet, her clit popped out of its hood about one quarter inch. I licked up her slit, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue. After a few minutes, she started moaning. Her hands were squeezing her breasts and her pelvis started moving up and down. She kept saying, “Oh God, it feels good. Don’t stop.” I put my lips around her clit and played with it with the tip of my tongue. That did it. Her ass came off the bed and her hands mashed my mouth to her cunt. She moaned, “Oh, yes. Yes! I’m coming!” She stiffened and her stomach muscles quivered as she let go. I drove my tongue up her hole and drank down her juice as it ran out. Her orgasm lasted a good minute before she relaxed her grip on my head.
She said, “Oh God, Bob, I never…” and started moaning again as I sucked her little clit. She was on her way again, furiously humping my mouth. She kept saying, “Oh yes! Eat me! Eat me! Oh God, I’m coming again!” She locked her legs around my head. When her orgasm subsided, she said, “No more. I’m exhausted. I never came so hard.”
I lay back on the bed and she said, “Now, it’s your turn. Let me suck on that nice prick of yours.” She licked up and down my shaft, finally taking all of my cock down her throat. This girl really knew how to give head. After about five minutes of her licking and sucking, I said, “I can’t hold off any longer. It’s coming.” She went all the way down my cock and used her throat muscles to squeeze the head as her hand pumped my balls. When I finally came, it felt like I had shot a pint of come down her throat. She sucked my cock until it got soft, then kissed and licked me from my belly to my mouth. We kissed, and I could taste my come on her tongue.
We went back into the living room and finished off the wine. She said, “With a little help, do you think you can get it up again and fuck me?” I said, “I’m ready whenever you are.” She got on the floor and started deep-throating my cock. It was hard in a minute. She got up and knelt across my hips and lowered her cunt onto my cock. She slid down my shaft, taking all seven inches, and said, “Oh God, that feels good.” She didn’t move. All she did was use her cunt muscles to squeeze my cock. I started sucking on her nipples as she licked my ear and told me how much she loved it. I put my finger on her love-button and rubbed it. She moaned and humped my cock. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she came again. I could feel her juices running down my balls as she fucked my cock. She must have come two or three times before I felt my juices building up in my balls. I told her I was getting ready to come. She said, “Oh yes, baby, let me feel that hot come shoot in me.” My come started pumping into her hole. She said, “Oh yes, baby, I can feel it! Fuck me! Fuck me! I’m coming too.” Her cunt started milking my cock. She was moaning so loud, I thought she would wake up the rest of the building.
We were both exhausted after that, so we retired to the bedroom and went to sleep in each other’s arms.
When I woke up a few hours later, I gently placed my lips on one of her soft nipples and sucked it, once again, into hardness. It wasn’t long before she was up and at it, sucking on my cock and gently playing with my balls until I shot another hot load down her throat.
We sucked and fucked all weekend. When Monday rolled around, we had to part to go to work. She said she wanted to be with me at the end of the day, letting me know our affair wasn’t quite over yet.
So far we’ve spent all our weekends together when she doesn’t have a layover. She said she wants to bring another girl with her soon, but that will be another story. B.W., Pensacola. Florida
I am a twenty-four-year-old white male who wants to share a great experience I had recently.
Three girls recently moved into my apartment building. Two of them are white and the other is black. The black girl, Valerie, took a liking to me when she saw me in my sweatpants. Valerie asked my friend Tommy if I would “do it” with her.
My friend told her, “Of course. Gary is a very horny guy.” Valerie bet Tommy fifteen dollars that I wouldn’t do it with her. She must’ve been crazy!
Then one night Valerie came right out and said to me, “Gary, can I suck you off?” Without hesitation, I replied, “Sure.” I grabbed a six-pack and we went up to the high-school parking lot to get a little education. After a few beers and a little small talk, we embraced and had a very passionate kiss. As we made out, my cock grew larger and larger. I told her to go down on me. She sucked my cock like no white girl ever could. She had my cock in her wet mouth and was moving her lips up and down like she was starving for it. As she sucked me hard and fast, I kept repeating her name in ecstasy, “Valerie, oh, Valerie. Please don’t stop. You’re so good!”
Every time I said her name, she sucked even faster, and when I was ready to come I grabbed her head so she would swallow my tasty love-drops. I never shot such a load in my life. She didn’t miss a drop of it, either.
Following Valerie’s oral presentation, we went to her apartment. We drank a few more beers, listened to some tunes and got drunker. After about an hour or so, she led me to her bedroom. I’ve always wanted to fuck a black girl and had often wondered what it would be like. We got undressed and started with a little foreplay. I could not believe my eyes. She had an incredible set of tits on her like you wouldn’t believe. I sucked on them until I couldn’t wait anymore. I had to fuck her or go crazy. My cock was about to burst.
I stuck my hand in her pussy, and was it wet! Then I stuck my six-and-a-half-inch cock in her and pumped it deep. I’ll admit I didn’t last long, but I came and came. It’s a night I’ll never forget, and I hope your readers out there get a chance to experience what I did. G.K., Westchester, New York
I have a part-time job working for a guy who repossesses cars, and we normally work in a team of two. Usually, one of us drives the tow truck and the other guy hooks up. Once in a while we have to hot-wire and pop the ignition switch, depending on the car, the neighborhood, and our chances of getting caught. Some of these car owners will come at you with a baseball bat and in some instances they’ll shoot you if they get a chance. When a guy is behind on payments, he usually tries to hide his car—sometimes up to a mile from where he lives or even further if there is a subway nearby. Some of them will even disconnect wires from the spark plugs or take the rotor out of the distributor.
I have had some narrow escapes and harrowing experiences, but two weeks ago I had a most unusual, albeit extremely pleasant, experience. Another guy was supposed to go with me, but we were shorthanded. I was cruising one neighborhood at two in the morning, looking for a blue Caddy. I spotted it parked right next to an alley. I made a quick check to see if there was anyone moving along the street and, seeing no one, made a quick U-turn, backed up to the rear of the Caddy and noted that the front wheels were straight. I had my hooker in under the rear in less than one minute, and I gunned my tow truck and got the hell out of there. The streets were deserted, and I made the five miles to the yard within seven or eight minutes. Someone had left the gate open, so I didn’t even have to stop. I just drove right on in.
I had no sooner lowered the rear end of the Caddy to the ground when the rear door of the Caddy opened. There was a gorgeous light-brown chick giving me hallelujah. She wanted to know what I was doing stealing her friend’s car. I explained that I was only repossessing it for the finance company and that they had been looking for it for over three months. There was nothing I could do about that. I asked her what she was doing in the car, and she explained that her ex-husband was in town and watching her apartment. She was afraid to go home, so she was sleeping in the rear of her friend’s car.
Then she looked at me and asked where she was going to spend the rest of the night and how she was going to get to work in the morning. She didn’t even know where she was. I told her that this was my week to spend every night in the yard, and that she could come inside if she wanted. I added that I could take her to work around seven-thirty if that would be okay. She said that as long as she got to work by eight it would be fine, and she would appreciate being able to get a little rest before she had to go to work.
I locked the gates to the yard and we went into the garage area and upstairs, where there was a small apartment unit. I asked her if she was hungry and she said yes. I scrambled up a dozen eggs, and we had some toast and coffee along with them. By the time she had finished eating she was really quite friendly. I told her that I was going to take a hot shower and that I could sleep on the sofa in the living room and she could sleep in the bed. She just looked at me and said that it was my bed, so she’d take the sofa—but that if I had an extra towel she would appreciate being able to take a good, hot shower because she hadn’t been able to get one for the past three days. I took my shower and got into bed, and I could hear her singing softly for nearly half an hour before I heard her turn the shower off.
I’m a very light sleeper, because we always have to listen for break-ins at the yard, so I was still half awake when I heard her say, “Your bed is large enough for two. Don’t you think that we could both sleep in the same bed together?” She got in on the far side of the bed, and we were just lying there talking when she said that she appreciated my being so nice to her in spite of the problems she was having. She thought that maybe we could both do something nice for one another. Just then I felt her hand touch my hip, and she reached down and felt my soft cock.
She murmured that she just knew that I was someone who slept in the raw. I rolled over, began kissing her lips and feeling a really great pair of tits. Then I discovered that she too was completely nude, and my cock was suddenly rock-hard. I’m not sure which one of us was the most anxious, but as soon as my cock was completely inside her, she asked me to please take it slow and easy because it felt so good. Funny thing! I had been tired ten minutes before, but suddenly I wasn’t tired anymore.
I felt her pussy gently massaging my cock as she held me close and kissed my neck and lips. Then she was saying that she knew that neither one of us was going to last long. She said she could tell by the way my cock was beginning to throb. Less than five minutes later I was pounding my cock into her so hard that the bed was jumping. It was a good thing that no one lived downstairs.
We rested for maybe twenty minutes before she said that she would like me to do that again, and she began playing with my cock. She wasn’t bashful, she knew what she wanted, and I was more than happy to oblige. I was slow in coming this next time, but she had two more orgasms. A little later, we both washed up and got back into bed on the dry side. This time I fast went off to sleep. I awoke about six as the sun was coming in the window. My movements woke her too. I was even more pleased now, seeing how she looked in the daylight. I knew that she was well-built, but seeing her beautiful, firm, light-brown body in the light made my cock start to get hard again. She smiled as she said that it looked like my cock was a glutton. Then she said that it was still early enough to do something about that little glutton.
She went down on my cock and began sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, licking the tip of it until I thought that I was going to explode. My cock nearly hurt and the tip was nearly blue, there was so much pressure in it. Just when I thought that I couldn’t hold back any longer, she got on top of me and slid her warm, luscious cunt completely down my shaft. She really was a beautiful woman! I savored every inch of my white cock as I watched it disappear inside of her with each stroke. I watched and felt her beautifully firm tits up above me, occasionally arching my back and kissing and ticking her nipples. She glanced over at the clock and said, “It’s now twenty minutes to seven, so I think we’d better finish within the next five minutes.” We both had to get ready for work.
Then she really began moving her cunt up and down my shaft, changing the motion to back and forth, not missing a stroke or letting my cock slip out. Then she rammed her cunt down on me. Suddenly she had me coming, and then she really went into fast gear, and I felt that if she wasn’t careful, she was going to break my cock off right inside of her—I was nearly hoping that she would. It was just before seven-thirty when we pulled out of the yard, and we grabbed coffee and rolls as I took her to work.
She asked me if I would mind her spending nights with me the rest of the week, and she was pleased when I answered that I would love it. We exchanged our work numbers and made arrangements so that I could phone her during the evening in case we had to change meeting places. I was lucky the rest of the week, and what repossessions we had to do we managed to finish up by nine each night. Before ten she and I would be in the apartment with the yard gates locked. The first thing we’d do was strip down and get right to fucking, after which we’d fix something to eat, watch some television, and then take a hot shower and get into bed for some fantastic loving. I would never have thought that I would eat so much brown sugar, but doing 69 with her was wonderful.
She looked at me toward the end of the week and said that she hated to see the week coming to an end because she was just getting caught up from being so far behind on her loving. I was beginning to think that maybe I might even be getting a little ahead on mine. I’d never had so much fucking in one week in my life. She said her place was not safe for me, and when I told her that within a month I was going to have a small apartment where there wouldn’t be any problems, she said she couldn’t wait.
The next week, two of the other guys got caught while they were trying to repossess a car, and they got the hell beat out of them. Except for their getting beaten, I liked having to spend the balance of the week in the yard every night because I’ve never enjoyed such wonderful fucking before. With a little luck I might get my new pad a little earlier. And in the meantime, every other evening we go out for a drive and she gives me fellatio, telling me that when I get my pad she is going to make up for the lost time. There’s nothing like a good, clean bed with a beautiful, fun-loving woman in it. I really love my brown sugar, and I think that she loves my blond hair whenever it’s between her legs too. Name and address withheld
I have been a loyal subscriber to Penthouse Letters for about four years, and never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be writing to you. I always read Penthouse Letters from cover to cover and have found a few letters hard to believe until something happened to me and a good friend of mine.
We are presently NCOs in the air force and we met while on temporary duty in North Dakota. My friend John and I were in the same class and became good drinking comrades. One night, while sitting in the barracks indulging in mass quantities of alcoholic beverages and watching “Leave It To Beaver” reruns, we both realized that this was our last night together and we hadn’t been laid yet. I’d rather eat dirt than fuck one of the ugly, stuck-up women on base, so we headed out for the sleazy bars on the main road. The first bar we entered was a strip joint with a dancer that had tits sagging down to her knees. She probably wore an orthopedic bra. Besides that, the dump smelled like a barn.
That was enough for me. We went to two or three more dives before we called it a night. We had been drinking Colorado Kool-Aid Coors in between stops. We headed back towards base when I told John to pull into a fast-food restaurant for relief of the munchies. That’s when my sex life changed forever.
As we placed our order, one of the sexiest voices I ever heard sounded over the intercom. Right then I knew I had to have this voice humming a few bars on my throbbing meat whistle. I glanced over at John, and the look in his eyes told the same story. We were both so horny when we drove up to the window that the crack of dawn wasn’t safe. But to my disbelief, this sensual voice belonged to the most voluptuous black chick I’ve ever laid eyes on. She looked right into John’s eyes and said, “How you men doing tonight?”
John is a cunnilingus connoisseur, and his tongue was so hard he couldn’t talk. I leaned over and said, “White boys like us don’t usually get to experience a beautiful black girl like you.”
She said, “Are you up to such a mighty task?” I just grabbed my eight-inch, neglected member through my jeans. She handed us our order and said she would be off duty in about an hour and that we should wait in the parking lot. We pulled off to a dark corner, ate and waited. After a few burgers our sex goddess finally arrived. She got in the car and said, “Let’s go party.”
We drove to her apartment and went in. She told John and I to make ourselves at home while she stepped into a back room. To our astonishment, she reappeared with her roommate. I couldn’t believe it. They both walked over and sat on the couch between us wearing nothing but smiles! They both had small but firm tits, and their nipples looked like chocolate kisses that would melt in your mouth. They had neatly trimmed bushes and asses that wouldn’t quit. The one from the restaurant introduced herself as Janice, and her friend as Kitten. John had his arm around Kitten and was nibbling on her ear, probably whispering sweet nothings. Janice pulled a bag of joints from a coffee-table drawer and said, “Getting wasted makes my pussy dripping wet!”
After a few tokes, the girls gave each other “shotguns” blowing the smoke into each other’s mouth , then proceeded to French-kiss while fondling each other’s gorgeous cunt. Janice got up and lay Kitten down on the floor, getting into a 69 position. I was so intrigued I tore off my clothes, releasing my one-eyed trouser trout. John was already bare-assed, and he started helping Janice lick up the juices. I knelt down in front of her while she used her tongue to lick around the base of my prick. Then she teased me by lashing her tongue around the head before engulfing my cock to the fullest. She sucked me with a slow, rhythmical stroke while caressing my aching balls with her hand. The stroking suddenly turned spastic, and I saw John part her ass-cheeks and fuck her doggie-style. I was ready to come. She sucked so hard I thought she was going to pull my balls out as I exploded. I pulled out of her viselike mouth and shot my load all over her breasts. She grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her full tits, picking up my come and licking up every last drop.
Then we broke down into pairs and fucked and sucked until our balls ached. The sun was starting to rise when I dove my tongue into Janice’s pussy, probing to find the bottom. She moaned with delight as I devoured her delicious chocolate hair pie. My God, was she sweet. After feasting on her, I needed some more fucking. As I approached and entered her from the rear, Kitten licked my balls like a pro. I’ve never seen such sex-starved bitches in my life. John moved up and parted Janice’s lips with his swollen member and grabbed the back of her head. In one thrust he was in her throat. The contrast of her dark lips on his white shaft turned him on so much I thought he was going to hit the ceiling when he came. Jism oozed out her lips as she continued to suck him. He said, “She’s great! You want some?”
I pulled out of Kitten’s steaming cunt and she didn’t waste a second getting into position to lick the thick come out of her friend.
The sun was all the way up when John and I gathered our things and prepared to leave. We gave them each a hug and a kiss before going when Kitten said, “Let’s give them some head for the road.” Instantly they dropped to their knees and started all over again.
Driving back to the base we didn’t say a word, but would cherish that night forever. R.B., San Francisco, California
My story happened to me seven years ago when I was working at a casino in Las Vegas off the Strip. I was in my early forties, heavyset and very good-looking. But if it weren’t for the letters in your magazine from women discussing how they like to be treated before, during and after lovemaking, I wouldn’t be writing this.
I met a very beautiful black woman at a gift shop in the casino. We started talking casually because it was a slow morning. She was about five foot four I’m six foot two , one hundred twenty-six pounds and twenty-three years old. It was her complexion that was amazing to me. Although she was darker than most, her skin appeared to be made of the softest silk, and she had a very beautiful face with big black eyes, well-formed lips and shoulder-length curls.
She asked me about the two eighteen-karat gold chains I wore and where I got them. I told her one was from an ex-girlfriend and the other was given to me as a special gift from an acquaintance I met a week ago. She asked what I had to do to get them, so I told her I would show her, but she said, “Not now.” I asked her when, but all she would say was “soon.”
For the next three weeks I would drop by and ask, “When?” Her reply was always, “Soon!”
Finally, one morning I walked in and said, “I got a dinner reservation for two at the hotel restaurant for Friday night, and a room including a champagne breakfast in bed in the morning.” Then I told her I’d meet her in the lobby at eight.
A little after eight on Friday she walked in dressed in her work uniform, carrying an overnight bag. She had told her boyfriend she was taking a friend’s work shift. We went straight to the room because she said she wanted to shower. While she was in the shower, I offered to wash her back. She said okay, and I stepped in the shower with her. I looked at her. She was beautiful. She looked up at me and we kissed, a long, deep, passion-filled kiss. We got out of the shower, dried off, kissed again and I lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
As we lay there kissing, I explored her soft and very sexy body with my fingers, just barely touching her body. She moaned and squirmed around, scratching her fingernails across my back. I moved down, kissing her breasts, drawing circles around her nipples with my tongue, then sucking each one ever so tightly. Her breathing grew heavier, her body shaking more and more as I worked my way down to her pussy. I licked designs around her pussy lips, then parted them with my tongue and licked her clit. It almost seemed like she was sucking the air out of the room. She bucked against my face, pulling my head hard against her pussy. I alternately blew circles around her pussy and ticked her clit. Each time she reacted more violently, gasping for air. I found out later that I was the first person to go down on her. I moved up her body, ticking as I went, until I was in position to enter her. Now I am no stud, but my cock is unusually thick. I looked down at her and gave a thrust deep into her. She dug her fingers into my shoulders and sucked in air once again, saying, “Oh, my God!” I made love to her slowly with long, deep strokes for about ten minutes until she started gasping for air, groaning, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” She pulled a pillow over her face and screamed into it as we came.
We showered again and went to eat dinner. After dinner, as we danced, she was grinding against me. All of a sudden she started gasping for air again, digging her nails in my shoulders. Then she slumped against me. I held her up while she buried her face in my chest, mumbling, “God! I’m coming!” over and over. We went back to our room and picked up where we had left off, not taking a break until breakfast. As we parted company in the hotel lobby I whispered, “When?” She smiled and said, “Soon.” But I never saw her again. Name and address withheld