Letters to Penthouse IV (21 page)

I was spent but madly in love with such a magnificent lover. He pulled out, turned around and sat on my face and started licking me. I had his asshole right in front of my eyes. I used to think it was filmy and disgusting, but I was so madly in love that I didn’t care anymore and he was doing the same thing to me. I started licking his asshole, even pushing my tongue all the way up like I couldn’t get enough of him. He came all over my breasts moaning like a beast and I came too.

I spent the weekend with him. He fucked me in every possible way: butt fuck, tit fuck—name it, he did it. Aside from that, he cooked, he washed the dishes, cleaned the house, treated me like a queen, and I wasn’t allowed to help him in any way.

He explained that he’s the only member of his men’s lib movement. He’s independent and self-sufficient. If he seeks a relationship with a woman, it’s not because he needs somebody to cook for him or do the laundry. All this came about after his divorce and I can tell you, he is better at it than any woman I know. He is also a better lover than any man I know.—
Name and address withheld

HUSBAND ENJOYS ANNIVERSARY EAT-IN WITH HOT WIFE

My wife, Adrian, and I have come up with what we think is a new and exciting variation of oral sex. So, although I never thought we’d be writing to
Penthouse Letters,
we just want to let your readers have a taste of this for themselves.

For a long time, I’d wanted Adrian to buy one of those sexy G-string pajama sets. On a recent anniversary, she surprised me by obliging. When I got home from work, she was sitting on the couch with an afghan over her. Not really thinking about it, I assumed she was nude and waiting to “celebrate” our anniversary. As she sometimes does when she’s horny, Adrian was reading the latest copy of
Penthouse Letters.
So I hurriedly undressed and snuggled under the afghan with her. I soon realized that she wasn’t nude after all. I pulled off the afghan and saw that she was wearing a sexy black G-string outfit. With her long blond hair and small muscular body, she looked fantastic.

I started reading some
Penthouse Letters
to her, which is always a great turn-on for both of us (especially for Adrian, who was not very experienced when we got married). As I read, we felt and kissed each other. Since she still had on the G-string, I could feel only the bulge of her swollen labia through the thin material.

Before long, as I was reading a letter to her about two guys and one girl (always very arousing to Adrian), I felt the G-string getting wet with her creamy come. By now, being very turned on myself (I had already dampened Adrian’s hand with my pre-seminal lubrication), I decided to have a “snack” between her smooth, muscular thighs. Being eaten must have been just what she wanted, because the creaminess had not only soaked through the G-string but was actually dripping and running down the fabric. Not wanting to waste any of her tastiness, I kissed and licked it all away, which made her rush toward orgasm. Her rippling body and hard breathing told me that she was close, so I decided not to bother with removing her sexy G-string. For some reason, maybe because there was no hair to get in the way, her wet pussy tasted better and flowed with more creamy come than ever. It was so good that, after she had exploded into one orgasm, I continued eating her until she was ready to come again. Then I pulled the material of her G-string back to expose her very hard clitoris, and I kissed it until she went into the throes of her second orgasm.

By now, unable to wait any longer, I took off her G-string and put my rock-hard cock into her beautiful pussy. We screwed with her legs around me, and I felt her ass and clitoris while I knelt on the floor in front of the couch. We both had great orgasms and we were exhausted when we were finished. Adrian had gotten so wet that, while we fucked, her dripping juices made a small wet spot in front of the couch.

Since then, I’ve often gone down on her this way, and just talking about that first time is always another fantastic turn-on for us.—
Name and address withheld

“Y” WORKER LOVES COCK— STUDENT’S, NOT HUSBAND’S

I am a twenty-three-year-old male attending college in New England, I am an avid
Penthouse Letters reader
and have been turned on many a time by these cock-raising experiences. Now I’d like to relate to you an ongoing adventure of my own.

A few months back, I moved into the Y.M.C.A. here because the dorms were full. I noticed after a while a young girl at the desk who works nights. At first she did not appear to be that attractive, but as time wore Oh she began dressing more unusually. Sometimes she’d wear a thin dress or pants which would accentuate her very small, yet perfect ass. All these clothes were tight and well-fitted. This caught my eye when I came in, and I’d stop and talk with her. Her name, I learned, was Janie. She’s five-foot-seven but her figure is tiny, about one hundred pounds with 32A tits.

One night I came in and saw she was wearing a low-cut blouse with thin white pants. Occasionally, she’d bend forward at the desk and I’d just “happen” to peer down her top. She always managed to look up and catch me. She’d just smile or wink. Then she’d walk around and bend over to pick something off the floor. This gave me a super boner because I could clearly see the outline of her bright pink bikini panties. We both knew we were turning each other on. This type of teasing continued for about a week. One day she wore a green silk dress (with a slit up the front and back) and real sexy high heels. I had come in from class about eleven o’clock. I had been in a super horny mood all day. I complimented her on her dress and that started the ball rolling. Janie started playing sexual word games with me, asking me what I liked a girl to do on a date, and so on. One thing led to another and we got to the topic of oral sex. Janie said she liked it but couldn’t do it as often as she liked because her husband didn’t care for it—although he had asked her to suck him off during their honeymoon.

I jokingly mentioned that she might enjoy my “mammoth mauler” and that I could be gentle. She didn’t answer. By now it was time to leave and I walked her to her car. At the car I again mentioned my “mammoth mauler.” Janie smiled wanly and said it was getting late. So I said that it looked like I’d just have to go to bed defeated and jerk off. That must have done the trick, because she told me to jump in the car and we’d go somewhere where she’d “toss” me off.

We drove to a parking lot near the pier and I hastily removed my Levi’s. Once she saw my fat eight-inch cock she put a lingering lip lock on it. Her mouth was nice a vacuum and I held off coming as long as I possibly could. Then I let loose hot and fast. She swallowed every drop.

She sat up and removed her dress so as not to get any come on it. All she now had on were stockings (not panty hose) and a white bra. With enthusiasm she started in on me again. Her tiny tongue and mouth were excellent. I put my thumb and index finger in her ass and twat. This drove her wild. Her head drove me apeshit and I thrust like a mule. Come was shooting all over her face, chest and back in her mouth. After what seemed like two minutes of coming, I calmed down and cleaned up. En route back to the “Y” she Mew me a third time!

That was five months ago. Now we go to peep shows and drive-ins. Last week, we went to the mall and picked up a young black dude. We went to a motel where we fucked and sucked for almost five or six hours. His dong had to have been a full twelve inches long and six inches round. Janie’s mouth just fit over the head and while she worked on him, I jacked off onto her face and hair. He pumped away, sending toads down her throat with the excess running in streams out her mouth. It was so impressive, I took some Polaroid close-ups. The best shot showed his cock in her mouth and my come dripping off her face.

I hope this fine arrangement keeps up forever.—
Name and address withheld

BLACK READER HAS A DREAM AND IT’S FULL OF GOOD GRACE

I love your magazine, especially the letters. I rarely see any letters from black people who want to tell about their sexual experiences. It has occurred to me that I should let you know what we blacks are doing sexually.

I am twenty-four years old, male, with a slender build (I weigh one hundred sixty-five pounds). I have an eight-inch cock that gets pretty hard when I read in your magazine about all the sucking and fucking that is going on. Sometimes, I fantasize about having encounters like those I read about, but I already have a fantasy of my own, and her name is Grace. Grace is my ex-wife, and I still love her very much. She is five-six and weighs about one hundred forty pounds. She has the smoothest skin I have ever touched, and the roundest, softest ass in the world. Her breasts are small and firm, and her body is always warm. Grace’s skin is the color of a Hershey bar—in fact, she always smells sweet.

Occasionally, we still get together, and I can enjoy that dynamite sex that only she can give me. What I love most about her is that she has the juiciest pussy I’ve ever known. Once her pussy juices begin to flow, everything is wet and wild.

Some people believe that black men don’t eat pussy. Well, let me say just one thing about any of my brothers who aren’t into cunnilingus: they haven’t eaten a pussy like my Grace’s. Her juices taste like nectar from the heavens. Whenever I’m eating her wet snatch, I hope that she’ll scream, “I’m coming. I love you. Eat me. Drink me. Love me!” I yearn for her to drench my face with her wet sexiness. I love eating her and hearing her moan in ecstasy.

Here’s my favorite fantasy about Grace. It begins with her calling me to come over to her place. “Hurry, honey,” she pleads. “I’m all alone and really hot.” When she greets me at her door, she is wearing a black knit dress that really shows off her curves, and I develop a hard-on before I can even get inside. We drink some wine and smoke a joint. She is wearing very red lipstick, and her nails are painted the same color.

Then she remarks about the bulge in my jeans, “Oh, isn’t that big fellow too cramped in there?” She unzips my fly and pulls out my swollen cock. “Yum-yum,” she says, and licks her lips hungrily. She puts her mouth around my cock and begins to lick and suck it sensuously, up and down. I moan in ecstasy as she lovingly keeps blowing me until I come. She takes as much of my hot sperm in her mouth as she can without swallowing. Then she kisses me and delivers my sperm into my mouth, and our tongues play with the salty juice. We break away and I lie down on the floor, smiling up at her. I say, “Oh, baby, that was good. I’d like to return the favor.”

Grace straddles my face and says, “I thought you’d never ask.” She isn’t wearing any panties, of course, and she lowers her wet snatch to my lips. I can smell her musky bush as she is coming down, and I get another hard-on.

At last, I am sucking on her swollen pussy lips, tasting the sweetness. She is moaning and rocking back and forth on my face as my tongue licks up her sweet spillage. She mashes her cunt down on my face, and I lick faster, trying not to nip her with my teeth. She squeezes my face between her warm, soft thighs. Soon I know she is coming, so I suck harder. I feel warm juices running down the sides of my face, and she is rocking wildly in orgasm. “Shit,” she says as she collapses forward, her pussy draining all over my face.

As the night passes, we continue sucking and fucking each other until we are thoroughly exhausted. Then we fall asleep on the wet sheets.—
L.M., Cleveland, Ohio

GIRL USES DENTAL BRACES TO IMPROVE HER BLOW JOBS

Two weeks ago, I met a girl named Betty in a local bar. Although I’d never been attracted to girls who wear braces on their teeth, my experience with this one has altered my biased opinion.

After several rounds of beers, Betty and I decided to return to my apartment to enjoy some soft music and to mellow out on pot. After two joints and a few beers, our conversation turned to the topic of sex. Since Betty has one of the best asses I’ve ever seen, the thought of getting under her skirt made my pecker stand on end. She must have noticed the rise in my jeans, for she moved next to me, planted a feverish kiss on my lips and started caressing my balls tenderly.

The next five minutes passed in a blur. Clothes went flying. When I saw Betty’s lovely body completely unclad, I damn near came instantly. Her tits were firm as melons, but soft to the touch, and her ass was everything I had expected. It was tight and compact, just the way I like an ass to be.

Betty took control of the situation. She told me to lie down on the floor and then started stroking my seven-inch hard-on. Just when I was about to cream, she applied the squeeze technique and said she knew some better places in which I could shoot my juicy load. She climbed adroitly on top of me, straddling my rod. Her cunt swallowed its entire length in one slow thrust. She bucked and balled for what seemed like hours. As I nibbled on her earlobes, I wet a finger and slid it up her ass until she was screaming with excitement. We both exploded into a climax that quaked my apartment floor.

After a few seconds of ecstasy, Betty slid off and said, “The best place for that dick of yours is in my mouth.”

It didn’t occur to me at first, but when she started licking the head, I remembered her braces. I looked at her and made an urgent request. “Be careful, please. It’s the only one I have.”

She just smiled and said, “Pain is the last thing I want to give you.”

What followed was the best blow job I’ve ever received in my life. Betty’s braces never even slowed her down. As she gobbled all seven inches and slid the entire length in and out, I felt no contact at all with the metal. Through the entire act, she held the base of my organ with one hand while her other hand gently rubbed my balls and my asshole.

Just as I was about to come deep in her throat, one of the rubber bands on her braces snapped. The pain coincided with my climax and made for absolutely the best orgasm I had ever felt.

Since that night, Betty and I have been balling regularly. She has learned to perfect her technique. Now she can flip one of the lower bands anytime she likes. And take it from me, she knows when and when not to flip her rubber bands. Whenever I see her now, she soon has me begging for one of her patented “flip jobs.” Unless you’ve tried this interesting twist to oral sex, you haven’t done it all.—
T.F., New York, N.Y.