Letters to Penthouse IV (26 page)

Exhausted, we drifted off to sleep, hoping that no one who had overheard the ruckus bad been bold enough to investigate the unfamiliar sounds. Several peaceful hours later, the phone rang and I received my first assignment of the day.

Later that morning, when I ran into the intern who is assigned to the room next to mine, I inquired as to how he had slept that night. He replied that he’d had a restful night of more than six hours of much-needed sleep. I only grinned and nodded as if to say “Me, too.” If he only knew what a restful evening I had had!—
Name and address withheld

MEETS HER IN STORE; FUCKS HER—AND MORE!

I am a twenty-six-year-old single man who has had a very satisfactory sex life. It was also quite normal and routine until last Monday. I was out doing some shopping in the afternoon, browsing in a store here in Portland, when a vision of loveliness in a red dress appeared. She had long, perfectly shaped legs, firm upthrusting breasts, and brown hair that fell straight to her shoulders. She also had the most sensuous pair of lips I had ever laid eyes on. I also noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring. I was eyeing her magnificent body, which the dress revealed to perfection, trying to decide whether I should approach her in order to strike up a conversation. Then her husband appeared. I felt deeply let down as they went off together and took my hopes with them.

I then decided to get something to drink at the store’s cafeteria. Alter getting a Coke, I was approaching a table when I saw the lovely woman with her husband sitting nearby. I decided to take a seat across from them so that I could at least enjoy looking. She was facing me, and her husband had his back to me. She was sitting with her legs crossed, exposing her marvelous thighs. I had been staring and wondering what it would be like to be between them when I looked up and saw her looking intently at me. She smiled and I smiled back, thinking that at least she knew I was admiring her body. Then she surprised and delighted me very much by reaching under the table and pulling her skirt up higher on her thighs. As she did this, she slowly crossed her legs to the other side, revealing her dark, luxuriant bush. Interpreting this as a definite come-on and feeling very horny, I looked at her and silently mouthed the words “I want you.” I then held an imaginary telephone receiver to my ear and pointed to myself and then to her white mouthing “Can I call you?” She said something to her husband, who appeared to be utterly ignorant of what was happening right under his nose. Suddenly, he got up and took her cup to get some more coffee. She took a pencil and paper out of her purse and began to write something. When she had finished, she folded the paper and placed it under the napkin holder while she smiled seductively at me. Then she got up, took her coat and went to tell her husband that she didn’t want any more coffee after all. As soon as they left, I went over to see her note. It said that her name was Lynne, and that she wanted to see me that very night at six o’clock. She’d also written down her address.

I knocked on her door precisely at the appointed time. The door opened, and there she stood in a very sheer green negligee that showed her body off well. Her breasts were crowned with the biggest nipples I had ever seen. Before I could say or do anything, she led me inside and unzipped my pants, releasing my throbbing cock. Her tongue and lips surrounded it, and the sensation was unbelievable. She licked and sucked it until I thought I couldn’t stand the intensity of the pleasure. I soon had the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had.

We talked for a while, and she played with my cock, trying to bring it back to life. She told me that her husband worked nights and wouldn’t be home until after midnight. We then undressed each other, and I sank my tongue in her deliciously moist pussy. As I was eating her and she was writhing around the living-room floor in ecstasy, I was suddenly aware of a second pair of hands fondling me. I looked around and couldn’t believe my eyes. Standing there was Lynne’s identical twin! She said, “My name is Sue, but don’t let me interrupt you.” As I ate Lynne to the point of orgasm, Sue masturbated me with the touch of an expert.

To make a long story short, a lot of that night was spent sucking and fucking and generally having a very merry time. I did have to leave before Lynne’s husband came home, however. It seems that these two thirty-year-old identical-twin sexpots do this quite often. They told me that one of them goes out, picks up an unsuspecting stranger and makes a date. Then she calls her sister and the two of them fuck the lucky stranger silly. I’m glad that I was one of their targets.—
Name and address withheld

Serendipity

THEY’RE CAUGHT IN THE ACT BY HER STEPFATHER, AND HE LOVES THE SHOW

I’m twenty years old and the girl I’m dating and very much in love with (I plan to marry her) has just turned eighteen. My most memorable sexual experience happened one night when Lisa’s mother was out of town. Only Lisa, her stepfather and I were in the house. He was in his bedroom, and we were in the den, sitting on the sofa with a quilt over us. Lisa and I had been drinking tequila, and we were getting pretty loose. I was kissing her very deeply and playing with her beautiful little tits. Needless to say I got so horny that I had to have my lover’s sweet pussy no matter what the consequences.

With her stepfather home, we couldn’t head for Lisa’s room without a hassle. So we decided to chance being caught in the act (she was also horny). Anyway, we thought that if her stepfather came out of the bedroom, we would hear him.

I put Lisa’s legs over my shoulders and raised her ass high enough to pull her blue jeans down over her well-rounded buttocks. I left her jeans on right above her knees. I leaned over to taste the sweetness between her legs. I could spread her legs just far enough to squeeze my head in. I parted her lips and pulled at them, gently tugging with my teeth. Then I plunged my tongue into her hot, sweet cunt, retracting it only long enough to circle her clit and make her legs clamp down on my head.

All the while Lisa was massaging my dick through my jeans with her foot. After about five minutes, she pulled me up and begged me to ball her. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down, as I had done with her. She pushed me back on the sofa and eagerly tongued my balls, taking each one into her mouth and sucking it. Then she circled the head of my cock with her tongue and bobbed up and down furiously. I made her stop before I got off and turned her over on her stomach. She rested her head on the arm of the sofa and her beautiful bum stuck up in the air, exposing that sweet-smelling pussy that was now dripping delicious cunt juice. I mounted her doggie-style and slowly pushed my cock to the bottom of her warmness.

I pumped slowly at first, gradually building up speed while I leaned over to play with her tits. About three or four minutes later I could feel her building up to an orgasm. As I was about to shoot my wad in her, I heard the refrigerator door open in the kitchen, which adjoined the den. I glanced up and saw Lisa’s stepfather looking right at us! I came harder than I can ever remember coming. As I shot off, I instinctively pulled my throbbing pecker out, which sprayed come everywhere! Of course, Lisa had started heading for cover, too, and we must have been quite a sight fighting over the quilt. But when I looked back up, her stepfather had gone. He had disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared, apparently retiring to his room. He has never said a word to either of us about what he saw, but I’m positive he watched us balling our brains out. If he should read this and should realize who is writing it, all I can say is that I hope he enjoyed the experience. I certainly did!—
Name and address withheld

MADEMOISELLE TEACHES BUSINESSMAN HOW TO TALK DIRTY WITH CLASS

I was in Paris last month, attending a business meeting. We do get some work done during the day, but these conferences are notorious for the good times that follow.

The second night of the convention, I was at a cocktail party where I struck up a conversation with a Frenchwoman from a large travel bureau in the south of France. I was immediately fascinated with her. She was in her early forties (forty-four, I later found out), and she had the kind of face that reaches its peak of beauty in middle age—very strong and self-confident. She had bright, gray eyes and thick jet-black hair, evenly streaked with strands of silver-gray, which she wore in a simple pageboy. Her attire consisted of a modest navy-blue dress that came just below the knee, but the movements of her body were graceful, and her walk was athletic. Best of all, she possessed an intelligent warmth that put me at ease. We wound up leaving the cocktail party and spending a thoroughly enjoyable “night on the town”—dinner, some wine, dancing and a walk through the still-romantic streets of Paris. Then she asked me if I’d like to come back to her hotel for more conversation.

By the time we got to her room, we were holding hands and pecking each other on the cheek. Once we were inside, she kissed me deeply, then backed off a few feet and said, “Let’s get undressed.” I was mesmerized.

As she pulled her dress and slip off, her large, pendulous breasts swayed and settled low on her chest. She had dense masses of black hair under her arms and an abundant growth between her legs. She smiled sweetly when I dropped my pants, revealing my erection.

She sat down on the side-of the bed and cradled my head as I licked and kissed her moist pussy. Before she could come, I climbed up on the bed and sat on my haunches. She slid over to me, straddled my hips and slid my cock deep inside her. She leaned back on her hands, and my fingers played with her cunt until she was breathing heavily and breaking into beads of perspiration. When she came I could feel her vagina pulsing and gripping my rigid shaft. She quickly pushed me onto my back and rode my cock with long, slow movements of her hips. I soon came in powerful spurts.

We stayed up the rest of the night. She loved talking about sex. We would sit, face-to-face, and she would take my soft penis in her hand and talk about it and tell me how it made her feel when it was buried between her legs. We would soon be quietly masturbating each other, holding each other off as long as we could. Only when I could feel her lovely body tense and then go limp, would I let myself go, spending my seed all over and in between her fingers.

We finally fell asleep around dawn. But I woke up in a few hours to find this beautiful woman taking my cock in her mouth. I pulled her legs around so that her thighs straddled my ears, and she lowered her sweet pussy to my lips, burying them deep into all that thick come-matted hair. Her expert tongue caressed my prick until I was coming again, filling her mouth.

The rest of the week was heaven. She is the most sensual, loving woman I’ve ever known. She has an incredible imagination and refuses to quit after only one or two orgasms. She is constantly thinking of ways to excite me long after I thought I was through for the night (or the morning or the afternoon!). She is so comfortable with her sexuality that she enjoys an orgasm like no other woman I’ve ever fucked. And she is so loving that she derives an incredible amount of satisfaction from giving me pleasure.

She’ll be in Denver next month on business, and I can already picture myself nestled between her soft, well-aged tits and plowing her warm cunt with the greatest pleasure.—
J.C., Denver, Colo.

WAITRESS AND HANDSOME HARRY: A VERY SEXY SEDUCTION

While my husband was hunting deer, I was cleaning the house and accidentally found a copy of
Penthouse Letters.
As I paged through the letters and pictures, I was surprised how explicit things have become. However, I guess I’d rather have my husband curl up with your publication than have someone else offer him solace.

Since I would be alone for a while, I thought I’d share what has happened to me in seventeen years of married life.

About ten years ago, I made a mistake. I was working as a waitress at the Bavarian Inn, in Milwaukee, in order to supplement our income. Two women I worked with always went out for drinks after work. Up to that time, I had always preferred to go home to my husband and children.

I needed a change of routine. Hostile cooks, difficult customers, and a cranky boss had frayed my nerves. When the two women asked me to join them, I agreed. I hadn’t eaten all day, and it was a long evening. We planned to get a drink and a sandwich someplace else. We stopped at a small bar in the suburbs. Kathy liked it on account of the higher class of the clientele.

It was very late when we arrived, and they were going to have to heat up the grill. We had a couple of drinks. One is my usual limit. Because I had two drinks this time, and no food, I was feeling light-headed.

Four fellows introduced themselves and sat down with us, and they turned out to be a jolly group.

Harry, an insurance salesman, chatted mostly with me. He must then have been about forty. I was twenty-seven at the time. He was quite different from the men I had seen all day.

Harry ordered us all a round of drinks and asked me to dance. It was a bump-and-grind number. Kathy broke away from her partner and pretended to do a strip routine. She created a lot of attention when she actually began to disrobe, cheered on by the rest of our group. The next record was a slow one. Harry and I kept on dancing. He held me close, and we watched Kathy climb onto a table and continue her routine.

The drinks made me relaxed and horny. I planned to wake my husband for sex when I arrived home.

My thoughts and the stirring in my thighs were fueled by the festive atmosphere, the quantity of alcohol, desire for my husband, the handsome man I was dancing with, and an awareness of the pleasure in my loins.

As we danced, I realized he was hard. I could feel his erection against the flat of my belly. I was going to pull away but decided to wait until the end of the record. Sure, I was aroused and flattered that someone with such charm should find me attractive. When the dance ended, he held me for a moment, squeezed my right breast, and whispered, “Thank you.” I flushed and told him that he was nice. He then escorted me back to the bar stool.