Letters to Penthouse V

by Letters to Penthouse V- The Ways of Sexual Pleasure (epub)

  Well, instead of giving her a helping hand, I simply shifted my left leg behind her (I had been pressing my body against her for some time now and she hadn’t given me any signs that she wanted to move away), allowing her to straddle my leg. It was a little awkward, but since she was so light I was able to easily support her weight. Now she could freely lie down and get back up without taxing her arm muscles. Can anyone guess why this had me looking more and more to my left and less and less at the band? Well, while taking all this in, I noticed another couple on the other side of the stage. The guy was holding the girl up, and he was right behind her, his crotch pressed firmly against her ass-cheeks.

  A couple of times the lead guitarist came right in front of us, and each time this lady I was holding up would reach out and try to touch him. Every time he came close, she really started going crazy! Finally I made my move. While my hand was around her waist to hold her up, I positioned myself behind her, like the other couple. With my crotch right at stage level, I soon realized that my bikini briefs were so tight they were a hindrance for my full-fledged hard-on, but talk about being in seventh heaven! I was finding out how well a natural in-and-out tempo, which all males are familiar with, went with the beat of the music. For all that anyone could see us knew, we might have been getting it on. Upon reflection, I know that’s what it probably looked like.

  For the first time I got a little nervous and looked around to see if anyone was watching us. When I turned to the right, my head bumped into a camera that a brunette lady was positioning to take a picture of something. Probably just the band, I thought, but maybe I should give her something even hotter to photograph! Just then, the band started playing their biggest hit from the sixties and my all-time favorite song, “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida.”

  My honey in front of me was definitely going to town! And since the band played a version that was much longer than the seventeen-minute version found on the album, I was going to town too. Now I had time to make things much more comfortable for myself by rearranging the position of my cock. During the long solo halfway through the song, she did something incredible. This time, as she lay down on the stage, she pulled her left knee up on top of the stage, giving me a bird’s-eye view of her crotch. I could see that this natural blonde (who made my heart and my manhood jump!) was more than turned on. She was totally into it!

  That sensuous odor of hers was really strong now. I was definitely grateful for the fact that her shorts were only made of a thin cotton material! She pulled both her knees all the way up to her breasts. And I thought I had seen everything before! One phrase from the sixties said it all: “Outta sight!” What I said before about appreciating a group’s continuity was never more evident than now: the band never missed a beat, and neither did I! But there’s one thing I truly regret I didn’t do. At the moment when she first brought her leg all the way up, I had this instinctive thought to place my left hand on the inside of her right thigh and insert my thumb right into the crotch of her shorts. But, although she had allowed all this to happen, I just didn’t know how far she wanted me to go, so I really didn’t dare to. Instead I placed my hand along the underside of her left leg while continuing to thrust my pelvis into her.

  After that real long improvised solo, the group went back to finishing the song, and I’m sure my lady finished what she had started. I know she finished, because I felt her body spasm and then go limp in my arms! I was fit to be tied! All of a sudden the song was over and the band was saying their good-byes. They mentioned the name of a club they’d be playing at a few nights later, but I didn’t quite catch the name. I asked my blonde Aphrodite if she’d heard it. The brunette with the camera chimed in, while throwing me a book of matches, that they’d be playing at the club named on the cover. She said that they’d just come from there. I didn’t know if she meant my blonde honey and herself or not, but I definitely wanted to see them again, and my lady indicated she planned on being there too.

  I made plans to attend the show that night but, unfortunately, I couldn’t make it. So now my only hope of meeting her would be if she reads this letter. Then she’ll know to meet me at that club on the last Saturday of the month of the issue that this letter appears in. I’ll be there wearing the same blue-and-white striped jacket, waiting to properly thank her for the fantasy that I relive every night in my dreams of that totally erotic evening!—Name and address withheld

  ONE MAN RECOUNTS THE JOYS OF INTEGRATED SEX IN A SMALL TOWN

  I’ve been carrying on an affair for several months now. I live in a small, conservative Southern town, so it’s imperative that we be very discreet—especially since I am black and my lover is white.

  There is a saying, “Once you’ve had black, you’ll never go back!” I think I must concur. Certainly, after Lila had had a taste of my nine-and-a-half-inch ebony cock, she kept coming back for more. We both knew we were playing with fire, but neither of us was willing to end our relationship, and it kept getting better and better. We carried on our interracial affair practically under the noses of the people in this close-knit community.

  As I relived the details in my mind after each encounter, I found that words couldn’t do justice to the intense feelings that we were experiencing each time we made love together during our clandestine weekly meetings. Lila’s husband frequently traveled on business, keeping him away from home much of the time. This gave us ample opportunities to meet, often for extended periods of time.

  At first we met in motels, changing them every so often to ensure that no one was getting suspicious. Whenever we had a liaison planned, she would either call me at work to tell me the time and place of our next meeting, or I would manage to slip over to her office to see her. We had sex in both my car and hers. Once we even made love in the parking lot of her office during our lunch break.

  Once we’d decided on the where and when of our next meeting, and actually rendezvoused, our guard would let down and out inhibitions would be shed, and we would throw ourselves wholeheartedly into the lovemaking session.

  Lila’s favorite position for making love was her on top. She loved to straddle my large cock, then settle down on it, taking it in slow and grinding her pelvis up and down until she had it fully embedded in her pussy. On each of her downstrokes, she supported her body with her arms, allowing her big, ivory breasts to brush against my face. I generally offered verbal encouragement like, “Yeah, baby, work your sweet pussy down on my love-tool,” and “Yeah, now work that hot, sweet pelvis around in circles, girl.” My dick was large enough to stimulate her love-button, so it is no surprise that she experienced multiple orgasms from the very first session.

  One night we even made love in her house—in the master bedroom, no less! She had contacted me at work, explaining that her husband was off at a business conference in another part of the state and wouldn’t be home for a few days. She told me that I should come to her house after dark.

  I must admit that my heart was thumping wildly in my well-developed chest as I casually strolled down her street. Despite the advances made in race relations, I can tell you that the sight of a black man walking down a darkened street in the white section of town is not that common. Glancing around to be sure no one was watching me, I quickly opened the gate in front of her house and walked around the the back door.

  I knocked on the door. When she opened it, though the lights were all out, I could see that she was visibly excited. As we embraced there in the kitchen, I could feel her voluptuous body trembling. My hands began tearing off her dress and rolling her panties down over her wide, womanly hips. When her big, jiggly breasts spilled out, my thick lips latched onto the nipples. “I want to fuck you on your bed.” I mumbled thickly, suddenly overcome by the roaring haze of lust that gripped us.

  “Yes … yes … I want that too,” she gasped as she unzipped my slacks and pulled them off. My massive prick was already jutting out of the waistband of my jockey shorts. As we stumbled to the bedroom, her hand was groping in my shorts and grabbi
ng at my rock-hard ebony rod. We fell across the bed, our lips fused together in a hot, sizzling kiss, while my hands roamed all over her back, down to her ass-cheeks. Lila rolled over on her back and spread her shapely white thighs. I was poised for a quick, deep entry. As she writhed with lust, I positioned myself between her thighs and shoved my throbbing nine-and-a-half-inch cock into her cunt. From then on, it was onward to paradise. She had one climax after another. I held my thick cock deep in her cunt while she worked her ass up and down.

  Hot juices poured out of her love-tunnel and ran down the cheeks of her ass. Lila shuddered in yet another climax, gripping my broad, muscular shoulders with her hands as she pumped her cunt up to meet each of my downward thrusts. We knew this time was special, and that I would joyously unload my thick, white, forbidden sperm deep into the clasping velvet of her cunt. “Aw, baby, I’m gonna shoot my load,” I rasped into her ear. The bed shook as we experienced a simultaneous climax, clasping and thumping our naked, sweating bodies together.

  Finally we lay still. I could feel my sperm oozing down her crotch and pooling on the clean sheets of her and her husband’s bed. This turned her on so much that we made love for another hour, until I had to leave.

  Such impassioned encounters help make our affair as special as it is. However, nothing can surpass what happened last night. Thinking about it has kept my dick hard all day long. Some time ago I had mailed a letter to your magazine describing my first encounter with Lila. When I opened up last month’s issue, I was overjoyed to see that my letter had finally been printed. I knew I had to see Lila and share the surprise. I called her and told her I needed to see her that night. Though it was not one of our regularly scheduled meeting nights, she did agree to meet me at our usual motel for a little while after work.

  At the appointed time Lila let herself in, her face showing the strain of excitement and apprehension. (She was afraid that I had called this sudden meeting so I could tell her that someone had found out about us.) Needless to say, she was relieved to see my naked body reclining on the bed, sporting an enormous hard-on. As she undressed, she got more and more into the excitement that I was conveying with my smiling face and raging hard-on. Then she noticed the copy of Penthouse Letters lying open on the bed. “Read the letter on that page!” I said hoarsely, as she snuggled up alongside me. My dick had never been harder. I was feasting on her nipples and playing with her wet pussy when she began to understand the meaning of the letter. She finally realized that I had sent in a letter about the two of us, and it really turned her on.

  As she continued to read, I slid my body on top of hers and rubbed my cock up and down her slippery gash before entering her. The magazine fell to the floor as we consummated our passion. Lila’s voluptuous body met mine in the rhythm of integrated sex. She lost track of the number of times she’d climaxed, and I thought that my load was never thicker nor as profuse as that night. Maybe we’ll never surpass that moment, but I’m sure we’ll try. And I have to confess that once a black man has fucked a white pussy, there’s definitely no turning back for him either.—A. J., Mobile, Alabama

  ALL IT TOOK FOR THIS WIDOW TO BE MERRY AGAIN WAS A LITTLE OF THE OLD IN AND OUT

  Last spring, my next door neighbor Helen, a widow who happens to be sixty-three years old, asked if I would assist her in cleaning out her storage shed. I have lived next door to Helen for twenty-eight years, and in that time have watched her daughters grow into beautiful women. This was not hard to understand, as Helen has always been quite an attractive woman herself. After her husband died fifteen years ago, I had never known her to date or have men come to visit her. All that time I had been quietly curious about her private life, but I didn’t want to pry, so I never asked her about it.

  Cleaning out the shed was hard work. Helen and I spent the whole day moving all the stacks of boxes, lawn tools, bicycles and what have you, out of the shed and onto the lawn, where Helen could go through the things and decide what to keep and what to throw away. I was just picking up one of the last wooden crates from a dark corner of the shed, when all of a sudden I heard Helen scream out at the top of her lungs. I dropped the box and turned around just in time to see a huge black snake slither past Helen and out the door. Helen leaped straight for me. Instinctively, I held my arms out wide for her, and she jumped right into them. She clung tightly to me, with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, and continued to scream.

  To keep us from falling over, I innocently clutched her ass in the palms of my hands and pulled her to me. Still whimpering and shaking, she held on for dear life and squeezed her legs tighter around my body. Well, as nature will have it, I started to pop one of those hard-as-a-nightstick boners that often come up at the most inappropriate times. However, the timing for this hard-on wasn’t as inappropriate as it seemed.

  As Helen’s fears passed, she began to feel my hard cock pressing against her. Her cheeks turned a rosy red, but she didn’t make any effort to pull away. As we lingered there, locked in our embrace, our eyes met. Beyond her embarrassment at feeling my hard-on, I sensed in Helen a need to be held. I did so without a word, until she finally relaxed her grip and allowed her feet to touch the ground. She quickly returned to her work, and I went outside the shed, found the snake and disposed of it.

  After the job was completed, I went home to shower and relax. That night, with the events of the day playing over and over in my mind, I decided to grab a bottle of wine and head for Helen’s place.

  Helen answered the door in a white bathrobe. “I feel like socializing,” I said. “How about a glass of wine?”

  Helen invited me in, and went to the kitchen to get some glasses. I sat down on the large, overstuffed sofa in the den and opened up the wine. She came back in with two big water glasses, and I poured each about half full.

  “I haven’t had wine in years,” she said as she sipped from her glass. It was only a few minutes before the wine began to affect Helen. She began to make jokes and tell me how light-headed she was feeling.

  She rose to her feet, swaying slightly, and told me she had to go to the bathroom. I poured some more wine. When she returned, she sat down beside me again, only this time she allowed her robe to open slightly, just enough for me to see that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She rested her shoulder against mine, and I felt my cock stirring the way it had that afternoon in the storage shed.

  “I shouldn’t have any more wine,” she giggled, “but it’s so relaxing! Maybe just a few more sips.” As she drained her glass, I moved closer to her and put my right hand on her bare left leg.

  “What are you doing?” she asked. Before I could answer, she started talking about her husband. She told me that there had never been anyone in her life but him. “He was my first, and probably my last,” she said. But she did not move my hand away from her leg, and neither did I.

  “I know what you want,” she said, “but it’s been so long.”

  I inched my hand up her thigh. She trembled and rested her hand on mine. I took the hint and moved my hand up higher, parting her robe and laying my palm against her cunt. Her cunt was wetter than any I’d ever touched. I pulled her robe wide open to bare her breasts. They were much firmer than I’d expected, and the nipples were full and puffy, jutting out like two ripe grapes. I wanted to feel them on my tongue, so I lowered my mouth to her left breast and lingered there, sucking the soft tit-flesh until her nipple hardened between my lips.

  I moved from one tit to the other, delighted to feel her nipples get so stiff in my mouth. As they got harder, so did my prick. I had such an incredible erection it felt like it was going to tear through my zipper.

  Soon my middle finger was groping and searching, prying apart Helen’s moist pussy lips. She slid forward on the sofa to allow me easier access. Soon her juices began to flow like a waterfall as I pumped my finger in and out of her twitching twat.

  “Please lick me there,” she said in a breathy whisper.

  I stood up and kicked off m
y shoes, then lowered my pants and briefs and stepped out of them. My wide prick was stiff and pointing straight up.

  “It’s so beautiful,” she said with a look of pure desire. “It’s so much different than my husband’s was. It’s so fat. Do you think it’ll fit inside me?”

  “I know it will fit,” I said. “But first I want to get you ready for me.” I sank to my knees in front of her and plunged into her fuck-hole with my tongue.

  “Oh!” she cried out. “That feels so good. My husband never did that. Don’t stop!” My tongue darted in and out of her. I feasted on her soft cunt lips and lapped hungrily at her clit. With a loud gasp she reached orgasm, groaning and sighing and pulling me against her so that my tongue stayed firmly planted inside her long-neglected pussy.

  “I want you,” Helen said after a few minutes, casting off her robe and lying back on the couch. I grabbed her ankles in my hands and held her legs up high. With one sure thrust, I sank my prick into her pouting pussy. Fully and firmly implanted in her, I released my grasp on her ankles and pumped into her. Helen met each of my thrusts with a grunt of pleasure. Her cunt began to grip and tighten around my prick and, each time I pushed into her, sucking me in. I took her sweaty ass in my hands and pulled her hard against me. “I can’t hold it in!” I said aloud, and erupted inside her, the hot jets of come blasting from my cock. Helen took my balls in her hand and kneaded them as my come spewed forth. She trembled and quaked as she continued to take my hard thrusts, riding me to one final orgasm.

  When it was over we collapsed on the couch. Helen was simply glowing. I knew how long her husband had been dead, and couldn’t imagine how she was able to endure not fucking anyone for so many years. I was happy, though, to be there when she finally released all that pent-up lust. I looked down and saw that her pussy was a vivid pink, and knew then that I would be spending a lot of time enjoying the pleasures it had to offer.

  Since that night, Helen and I get together for dinner a few times a week. We have a great meal, then retire to her bedroom where we fuck, suck and enjoy each other to the fullest. Needless to say, my desire to fuck only young women is now a thing of the past.—Name and address withheld