Letters to Penthouse XXI

by The Editors of Penthouse Magazine

  I was nearly finished with my drink when Liz walked in the apartment. She was wearing a short black skirt, and her legs were looking as fabulous as ever. She has the sexiest legs, which are attached to an ass that looks and feels great.

  She said to follow her, and walked straight back to the bedroom. By the time I got there, she had removed her sexy short skirt and her pantyhose—of course she never wears panties beneath them!—before lying down on the bed. Although there was still no light on in the bedroom, the hall light showed me her near-naked figure on the bed.

  As I entered the bedroom, the aroma of sex was in the air, the same wonderful aroma that lingers after Liz and I make love for hours. She was lying on the bed, her shapely legs spread wide for me to see her pussy. She asked me to eat her and enjoy myself as I did. As I took in this wonderful sight, I saw light glistening from the wetness between her legs.

  Liz was obviously very ready for me. Her pubic hair was a gooey mess, and something was smeared inside her smooth, silky thighs. Suddenly I realized that she had the look of a woman who had recently been well-fucked. As my face drew closer to her pussy, I smelled the manly odor of a fresh load of come, and saw a little white pool oozing from the slit between her legs.

  Again Liz said to enjoy, and her hands grasped my face and guided it between her legs. I began licking wildly at the slit of her pussy. Wow! The taste of another man’s come mixed with Liz’s love juices was a fantastic turn-on. My cock was as hard as granite stuffed in my pants.

  I licked and sucked her pussy until there was nothing left inside. Liz kept thrashing about the bed and saying, “Lick that man’s come out of my pussy. Lick it all, and love it.”

  My mind raced, wondering whose come I was eating from my girlfriend’s pussy. Could it be her ex-husband she’d fucked, maybe in this very bed? Or her lover Steve, who she’d said had such a big cock and was such a fine fuck? Would she ever tell me?

  What I did know was, I was horny as hell and needed to get my own hard cock inside her. In addition, I knew that the woman I loved had just brought me a most wonderful gift.

  Liz guided me up alongside her. At this time we finally became naked together. This exposed her fabulous supple breasts and hard nipples, which my lips quickly devoured. As my mouth enjoyed her nipples, my left hand slid down to her pussy lips. To my surprise, they were still wet and ready for more.

  To return the enjoyment I had given her, Liz lowered her face to my hard-on and gave me a fabulous blowjob. Every man she has blown has told her she can suck a cock better than any woman they’ve known. She did me until she knew she had me ready, which didn’t take too long. Then she climbed on top of me and fucked me wildly. As she pleasured my cock, she asked me repeatedly how I had liked her “well-lubricated slit” and if I liked the taste of her “well-fucked pussy.” All I could do was listen and agree with everything she said. What a woman! What a night!

  We made love throughout the night and never considered stopping until after the sun rose in the morning. Needless to say, we were exhausted, and we both slept through the next day.

  Liz is such a sexy lady, she never ceases to amaze me. I will forever love her for it.—T.M., Sioux City, Iowa

  AT TIMES YOU JUST NEED TO TAKE A DAY OFF, AND MAYBE MAKE A FEW NEW FRIENDS

  With both of us working, my husband and I often have to scramble to make sure the kids are taken care of during school vacations. For the last Friday, we had already planned for Joe to take off to spend the day with them when I learned I was getting the day off. I could have let Joe go to work after all, or even made it a family outing. Instead, I called Barney.

  Fortunately, I caught him at the office. (I hate calling him at home. If his wife answers, I have to make up a story, like I got a wrong number—I’m trying to order Chinese food, for example. That can be fun sometimes, but mostly it’s a pain.) At first, Barney wasn’t sure he could get off Friday. Then I reminded him that he’s the one who always says, “Anytime, anyplace, doll.” He said he would take care of the hotel arrangements.

  Friday morning, Joe and the kids were arguing over breakfast about their plans for the day when I left for “work.” When I got to the hotel room, I was pleased to find Barney nude. (He does like to please me!) I started working him over with a feather I found in the parking lot. While I was going back and forth between his nipples and genitals, watching his cock start to stiffen, his cell phone rang.

  I was kind of peeved that he answered it, especially since it was his wife. But he managed to carry on a fairly lucid conversation, even as I peeled off my clothes—while keeping up my feather work. By now he had quite a boner, and I was getting pretty aroused too. My nipples must have popped out an inch, and my pussy lips began to bloom.

  While poor Barney tried to get rid of his wife, there was a knock at the door. By now I was wearing just my panties, and knew I should cover up. And of course there was poor Barney, all nude, with his cock still half hard despite all his wife’s nagging. But I thought, what the hell, let’s give a thrill to the maid or whoever.

  Only it wasn’t the maid. It was three strangers. Very good-looking strangers, I might add. You should’ve seen the look on their faces when I answered the door in just my skimpy little panties. First thing, I put a finger to my mouth to shush them. I didn’t want Barney’s wife to hear strange voices. Now, I didn’t know who these folks were, but I figured they were part of the “arrangements” Barney had made.

  I don’t know what would have happened if I’d been wrong. Maybe the same thing that did happen—I liked the looks of them, and they sure seemed to like the look of me. As it turned out, though, I was right. Barney had recruited the hot young white couple and the big handsome black stud from swinger magazine ads.

  Finally Barney got free of his wife. “Bitch wouldn’t quit with her fucking shopping list,” he said. “And she knew I was with an important client.” We both laughed at this. Barney’s really sexy when he laughs, especially when he’s naked and sporting a boner. I keep telling him he needs to spend more time at the gym to tighten up his pretty body, but it is still a pretty body. Even though we had company, I couldn’t resist giving his dick a playful pat. Okay, maybe it was more of a handjob.

  Meanwhile Barney tried to introduce the visitors to each other and to me. The white couple, who looked maybe nineteen or twenty and were so beautiful they could have been models, both of them, were married.

  “We’ve been swinging for less than a year,” Glenn said. “I’m straight,” he added, “and Daphne is bi.”

  Good for Daphne, I thought, even though I’d never done anything like that, and I hoped good for me—Glenn looked like all the gorgeous jocks I’d had crushes on. Only better.

  Walt, the black guy, was older, maybe twenty-eight, over six feet, at least two hundred pounds of what looked to be solid muscle. He had that shaved-bald look, which I don’t get personally, but which didn’t detract from the picture. If Glenn was my dream jock, Walt was a whole other fantasy, one I didn’t realize I had until that moment!

  Barney passed around glasses of wine, and when everybody was on their second glass, he asked permission to take a few pictures of what took place. He assured our guests they would be for our eyes only, and they all agreed. Which seemed only fair, seeing how they couldn’t take their eyes off me. The only thing was, if they were all so hot for me, how come nobody did anything about it?

  While Barney fiddled with his camera, he asked if the others wouldn’t like “to get more comfortable.” Walt stripped quickly to his briefs, and all eyes were on his giant, smooth, dark-skinned body, rippling with muscle. I fixed on the bulge growing in his briefs. That definitely set a fantasy going for me!

  Walt seemed to catch Daphne’s attention as well. “I’ve never, you know, done it with, you know, someone like Walt,” she said.

  I wondered what exactly she meant by “someone like Walt,” but Barney jumped in to assure her he didn’t plan on any interaction between them. They were all there for my ben
efit. That’s what he said: “for Lettie’s benefit.” Daphne looked relieved but also a shade disappointed. Glenn just looked relieved.

  Now Barney was telling the others that apart from him and my husband, I’d had sex with just three men. “And she’s never had sex with a woman or a black man,” he added. I thought that was kind of nervy, until I saw the looks on Walt’s and Daphne’s faces. They definitely looked interested in being my “firsts.”

  “Hey, why don’t we get started?” Glenn said as he stripped off his clothes. He didn’t stop at his briefs—or maybe he just wasn’t wearing any!—because the next thing I knew, his beautifully sculpted athletic body was completely bare, with a beautiful big boner throbbing proudly. It reminded me that while I’d been fantasizing wildly over Walt and Daphne, I’d been neglecting my real “dreamboat.” I vowed to correct that error in the flesh, as it were.

  “Let’s carry her to the bed,” Glenn said, and they did. Daphne began kissing my neck and ears, while Glenn kissed one of my feet and legs. Walt attacked the other leg with his tongue. Daphne, now kissing all around my face, gradually found her way to my lips. I responded as passionately as I could to this woman’s soft kisses. For such a youngster, she was quite a kisser! I didn’t know if my body was tingling from that, or from the guys’ sensuous journey—kissing, licking, caressing—up from my feet to the inside of my thighs.

  Barney called a time-out for more wine. At the same time, he pointed out that there were people who still had clothes on. It took Walt some time to work his briefs over his thickly muscled thighs, and all that time all eyes were trained on him to see, well, what we hadn’t been able to yet.

  It was worth the wait: big, juicy and plenty thick—certainly thicker than Glenn’s, though surprisingly their cocks were about the same length. I was able to inspect Glenn’s luscious lollipop when he gallantly brought me a glass of wine, saying, “It looks like we’ve been neglecting the guest of honor.”

  At this point Daphne, who seemed unused to not being the center of attention, got it back by beginning an erotic striptease. Though all she had on to start with was a tank top and denim shorts, she managed to make quite a production of it. By the time she had bared her firm, luscious young body, with perfect, perky, medium-size tits, she had all eyes on her, not to mention three cocks dancing at attention.

  Daphne smiled a shy-little-girl smile, as if she didn’t know the effect she had on men, even at her tender age. Her smile probably faded when she noticed me fondling her husband’s beautiful big prick and taking as much of it as I could get in my mouth. I loved the taste and feel, and I knew right then I was in love.

  We were working up to a pretty intense face-fucking rhythm when Daphne cried out suddenly, “Hey, why isn’t she naked?” That girl just could not stand not being the center of attention!

  “If you really want to get in my panties that bad,” I said to her, “why don’t you do something about it?”

  She did! In seconds she had tugged down my panties and was fondling my labia. By now my body was in a permanent state of convulsion. Daphne bent over and gave me another long, liquid kiss. Could she ever kiss! I knew I was in love.

  Perhaps hoping to escalate the havoc her hand had been causing in my crotch, Daphne broke off her kissing and moved her face down. This allowed Walt and Glenn to go to work on my tits, alternately fondling and sucking. With Daphne feasting on my pussy, and the men going to town on my boobs, and my awareness that just out of reach dangled to-die-for cocks, black and white, it wasn’t long before I exploded.

  Amid my moaning and groaning, I heard the camera shutter clicking away.

  Glenn rubbed his dick on my chin, and I welcomed it with my lips and tongue. He pumped it slowly in and out of my mouth, while Daphne continued her oral attention to everything down below she could reach. After I’d given Glenn some serious head, Walt dropped his big nightstick on my cheek.

  More clicking.

  I hated to give up Glenn’s beautiful cock, but I had to get a taste of Walt’s. He slid it in my mouth, and at first the thickness overwhelmed me. But he backed off to a more leisurely pace, and soon we were back up to speed. I was really in love.

  Click-click, click-click.

  Glenn moved down to join his wife at my pussy. They alternated giving me head and finger-fucking me.

  More clicking.

  Walt pulled out of my mouth, despite my begging him to stay. He switched places with Daphne and placed his saliva-coated cock at the opening of my cunt, then gingerly slid in a few inches. I moaned and did my best to help him with whatever body movement I could maneuver.

  Glenn had gotten behind Daphne and was moving her toward my upper body. He was holding her tightly from behind, grinding his big white dick in her back and fondling her beautiful tits. He said, “Why don’t you straddle Lettie’s face, facing Walt?” The sight of their stunning nude bodies grinding together was so erotic, I had to remind myself Glenn was helping his wife make love to another woman!

  As Daphne lowered her well-trimmed pussy to my face, Walt was kneeling and poised for some serious fucking. A hard first thrust was followed by a series of small rapid ones as he gradually sank his shaft in my cunt. He built up to a strong, steady fuck. I gave way to the powerful feelings he was producing.

  The camera clicked and kept clicking as Daphne moved her sweet young pussy over my mouth. She sure got the response she seemed after. I went wild!

  Another great picture.

  My mouth was feeling its way around Daphne’s pubic region. As I said, this was virgin territory for me, but I have a cunt, and I know the kinds of stimulation I like—God knows I’ve tried to explain it enough to men who have tried to eat me out. So I improvised with lips and tongue, and soon felt Daphne shaking violently. I took this as a sign of approval.

  While I was doing mouth work on Daphne and Walt was fucking me hard and steady, the two of them were getting it on as well. I made out his hands working her tits. Then she was pulling him to her, and their mouths were locked together. I already knew what a great kisser Daphne was, and hated to share her. God, I was jealous!

  The camera kept clicking as Glenn continued directing the action. He must have enjoyed the exchange between his wife and her black lover, because every glimpse I caught of his beautiful cock, it looked on the verge of erupting.

  Glenn moved Walt’s big frame backward and eased Daphne’s head down to where Walt’s cock was plunging in and out of my pussy. Her tongue slipped and slid between the black cock and my clit area, and after a few minutes both Walt and I came. Daphne lapped up the accumulated sex soup with her youthful vigor and enthusiasm.

  Click-click, click-click.

  Now only Glenn hadn’t gotten off, and I felt guilty again. He was my dream man. Didn’t I mean to spend the rest of my life with him? Or at least the rest of the afternoon. He asked if anal sex was okay. I said that was another thing I’d never experienced, but since this was a day of firsts, as long as he was careful, why not? I didn’t have to do any of the work. Walt and Daphne rolled my legs back to my shoulders. She found some lotion in her purse to use as a lubricant (why did I imagine she had used this trick before?) and applied it to her husband’s cock, after giving it good old-fashioned mouth lubrication.

  I sure hoped Barney had gotten all of that on film.

  Walt got into kissing my exposed asshole, inserting his tongue deep in it. Is it any wonder I was in love with him? Daphne followed with lubricant, fingering through my rosebud as deep as she could. She had my insides in turmoil. I knew I had to spend the rest of my life with her.

  Then it occurred to me, if a finger felt so yummy there, what might feel even better? Why, here was Glenn’s long, sleek cock approaching me! It slid in my butthole with surprising ease. He took his time, even once I got used to having him plow in and out of my ass.

  Daphne took the opportunity to return the oral favors I’d lavished on her pussy, making a point of licking her husband’s cock as well as it moved in and out of
me. Walt was now swapping spit with me. (Barney sure has a talent for finding talented kissers.) I sucked his thick tongue like it was a dick.

  Click-click, click-click.

  When we were all spent, we dragged our bodies to the shower, with Barney and his camera trailing us. The warm spray gave us a burst of energy, and the camera clicked away. After we dried off, my lovers began getting dressed. They were going to leave me! As they left the room, they were talking up a storm, exchanging phone and e-mail contacts.

  But that still left the pictures. I met Barney every day to find out if they were ready. By now I was fantasizing about Glenn, Daphne and Walt just about twenty-four hours a day, even—or rather especially—when my husband and I made love. Which was a lot more often than it had been.

  I’m pretty sure Barney strung me out a few extra days, but since our “discussions” all took place in bed, I didn’t mind much. Finally I saw the pictures. After that, Barney could get me in bed whenever he wanted by letting me see them again.

  What he doesn’t know is, I did catch my new friends’ e-mail addresses. In fact, I have to stop now to answer e-mails, one from Glenn and Daphne and one from Walt.—L.I., Memphis, Tennessee

  WITH HER HUSBAND UNABLE TO GET IT DONE, SHE FOUND YOUNG TALENT TO FILL THE GAP

  My husband is a long-haul trucker. My problem isn’t the semi Merle drives all over the country, but the “semi” he brings to bed. I don’t know if it’s a health problem (he won’t see a doctor) or if he’s just getting too much road pussy. But I know that for quite awhile he hasn’t been able to get it up good and hard for me.

  Oh, Merle tries to stuff his half-hard-on in my pussy, but no matter how juicy he gets me, the thing is just a big, limp noodle. Which doesn’t mean he’s a total loss in bed. When he gets his tongue going, it’s busier than a cow’s on a salt lick, and the orgasm this brings me takes the edge off for a while. But I still needed to have a stiff cock shoved in me every now and then.