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ISBN: 978-0-446-50630-4
First eBook Edition: July 2001
Table of Contents
Luck Is On Your Side
Preface
Someone’s Watching
Girl Meets Girl
Booty Time
Serendipity
Ponytales
Open Season
True Romance
Fantastic Voyage
LUCK IS ON YOUR SIDE
Fun and fortune smile on you. Because within these pages you’ll find Penthouse readers coupling and cavorting at their wildest. And they want you to share the excitement … from their first time to their best time … from tempting twosomes to awesome threesomes … from the heat of the hunt to kinky calisthenics … from guys watching girls to girls loving girls. Welcome to LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XIII. You’ll never find a luckier number.
OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES:
Erotica from Penthouse
More Erotica from Penthouse
Erotica from Penthouse III
Letters to Penthouse I
Letters to Penthouse II
Letters to Penthouse III
Letters to Penthouse IV
Letters to Penthouse V
Letters to Penthouse VI
Letters to Penthouse VII
Letters to Penthouse VIII
Letters to Penthouse IX
Letters to Penthouse X
Letters to Penthouse XI
Letters to Penthouse XII
Letters to Penthouse XIII
Letters to Penthouse XIV
Letters to Penthouse XV
Letters to Penthouse XVI
Letters to Penthouse XVII
Letters to Penthouse XVIII
Letters to Penthouse XIX
Letters to Penthouse XX
Letters to Penthouse XXI
Letters to Penthouse XXII
Letters to Penthouse XXIII
Letters to Penthouse XXIV
Letters to Penthouse XXV
Letters to Penthouse XXVI
Letters to Penthouse XXVII
Letters to Penthouse XXVIII
Letters to Penthouse XXIX
Letters to Penthouse XXX
Letters to Penthouse XXXI
Penthouse Uncensored I
Penthouse Uncensored II
Penthouse Uncensored III
Penthouse Uncensored IV
Penthouse Uncensored V
Penthouse Variations
26 Nights: A Sexual Adventure
Penthouse: Naughty by Nature
Penthouse: Between the Sheets
Penthouse Erotic Video Guide
This collection of letters is made to make you hot under the collar. How could it not with sex-filled sections such as: Booty Time, Pony tales and Fantastic Voyage? Each letter gives you a very descriptive, blow-by-blow (pun intended), detailed encounter as told by the people who lived them. Sex comes to life with each turn of the page. This compilation of erotic tales was selected with you in mind. We’re confident there’s something for everyone. Who knows, you may even find enjoyment in places you never thought to look before. The important thing to us is that you get in and get off.
Always ready to lend a helping hand,
The Editors
Someone’s Watching
HIS BUSINESS CARD SAID HE WAS A VOYEUR, SO THEY TOOK HIM AT HIS WORD
I have spent a great portion of my life since I reached maturity; looking at scantily clad women with beautiful legs and nice round asses. As X-rated videos became readily available I expanded my habit considerably, and was able to enjoy watching those scantily clad women with beautiful legs and nice round asses having orgasms. Over the years I have become a rather well-versed voyeur. Unfortunately, my wife does not share my unbounded enthusiasm for this pastime. I occasionally get her to watch a good porn flick, one which I know contains the kind of scenes that turn her on, and then we go at it. I have suggested that we visit a swing club just to watch other people fuck, but unfortunately she has not yet agreed.
Bored with my somewhat mundane sex life, I decided to further explore my voyeurism. I made up some business cards advertising me as a voyeur, and asked the local porn video store to display them. The cards were on display for about a week when I received my first call, from a couple who said they wanted to make love while someone else watched. It seemed that I might be their man. However, we agreed that we should become acquainted first, and arranged to meet at a local restaurant to chat about our venture.
We agreed to meet on Friday night. The lady was a blonde, her husband told me, and would be wearing a short white dress and red high-heeled shoes. He would be wearing a blue shirt. I said I was sure I would find them.
On Friday night the restaurant was crowded. I walked the bar area twice without seeing them. Two happy-hour drinks later, they entered. He was about six feet tall, and sure enough, she was blonde, with a white dress and red shoes. She was about five feet six, with a perfect figure. I immediately started wondering why a beautiful woman like this would want to have sex while someone else watched. But I didn’t care. I stepped away from the bar and greeted them as they came up. We all smiled at each other.
The bar conversation was light, consisting of the obligatory introductory information, where we were from, what we all did, and so on. His name was Mike and hers was Nina. Once we got a table and ordered dinner, the really interesting conversation began. Mike explained that he and Nina had been married for twelve years, and were looking for a more exciting sex life. They had seen my card and decided to investigate. They admitted they’d been skeptical and had wondered if I was some sex-crazed maniac. By the time dinner was over they were convinced that I was just what I had advertised—an interested voyeur. We left the restaurant together.
Back at their house, Nina and Mike fixed drinks, turned on some music and sat across from me on the couch. Our conversation revolved around sex—what Nina liked, what Mike liked and what I liked. I suggested that they dance. They did. I suggested that they kiss and pet. They did. I suggested that Mike raise Nina’s skirt while they danced and play with her legs and ass. He did. All three of us were getting hot. Their kisses became longer and more passionate. Soon Mike was grinding his hard cock into Nina, and she was responding with equal pressure.
In a little while the three of us were off to the bedroom. Mike undressed Nina, and she lay down on the bed. She directed me to get a chair and bring it close to the bed, so I could see everything, and she could watch me watch her. Soon Mike was naked too, lying next to Nina, stroking her body, kissing her mouth and her great tits. Slowly his mouth moved down her body, over her tits and belly, coming to rest between her legs, which were spread wide apart, her knees in the air, her feet planted on the bed. Mike began licking and sucking her clit. Nina grabbed his hair and threw her head back as she uttered little moans and whimpers of pleasure. He
r hips moved slowly up and down, and from side to side, then arched upward as though reaching out for the sensation that was about to send her into ecstasy. She looked over at me, her eyes half open and glittering. Then her head fell back again, and seconds later her whole body convulsed and shuddered in a strong orgasm.
I don’t remember opening my pants, but I must have, because my cock was in my hand, throbbing like never before. But I bit my lip and held myself back. I was anticipating seeing Nina being fucked really hard by Mike’s large cock, and I wanted to wait for that ultimate orgasm before I came.
Now Mike mounted Nina and quickly began pumping her pussy. Nina’s legs were locked around his body as she matched the rhythm of his strokes. Soon her body stiffened and she screamed with orgasmic pleasure.
Mike had not come. He rolled off and turned her onto her side, facing me, as he approached her from behind. Her face was inches from mine as Mike eased his cock into her pussy, and I saw her eyes glaze over with pleasure. So did mine, as I watched her hips push back to accept Mike’s entire shaft. His hands were working her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Nina looked down at her tits as Mike handled them. Her mouth was open, her tongue between her teeth as moans of excitement came from her lips.
Nina’s hand reached for her clit and began rubbing it lightly. She looked at me as my eyes shifted from her face to her pussy and back again. She may have seen something in my face that told her I was longing now to do more than watch. Looking at me with half-open eyes and panting with excitement, she said breathlessly, “Touch me! Rub my clit!” I looked at Mike, who nodded his approval. I placed my hand on her inner thigh and moved it slowly to her waiting clit. She moved her hand away as my fingers found her hard little button. Now Mike was fucking her and I was masturbating her clit. Nina was on a different planet. Her body surged back and forth, bucking against Mike’s jabbing cock and my rotating finger. “I’m coming!” she cried wildly. “I’m coming, I’m coming now!” Her body stiffened and her pelvis lurched forward. She held that position for several seconds without breathing, and then slammed her ass against Mike. Mike cried out as he came inside her, and she pumped herself against his cock. My own cock exploded all over her body as she grabbed the head of it and worked her hand up and down.
Afterward they asked me to come back and do it again. I guess it pays to advertise.—K.L., Gary, Indiana
A HORNY PRISONER IMAGINES HIS SEXY GIRLFRIEND NAKED IN THE SHOWER
I have been in prison for almost four years now, but I am lucky enough to have a very wonderful woman who has been waiting for me. I love her very much, and I think of her all the time. Here is a letter I wrote to her one night when my imagination was running wild and I was feeling so hot that I just had to tell her about it.
“I am lying here in my bed in the dark, with a flicker of light dancing through the window, and my thoughts, as always, turn to you. I can see you at home, in the shower, the hot steamy water cascading down your body, soaking you from head to toe. In my mind I see it all in slow motion. Your eyes close as the water drips off your eyelashes. Soap suds roll down your breasts, trying to cling to your body as they slip down over your hard nipples. Your hand moves over your body, caressing your sexy flesh.
“I imagine myself standing just outside your bathroom door, watching you through the glass door of the shower stall. You look so sexy that I want to rush in and take you, but I don’t want to stop watching the erotic sight before me. You lean your head back, absorbing the warm, soothing massage of the water as it beats against your body. Both hands wander over your body now, rubbing and squeezing. One hand stops at your breast to pinch and pull at your hard erect nipple. I know it’s aching to be sucked, isn’t it, baby? Your other hand moves slowly south, between your legs.
“I can almost feel the heat as you softly touch your pussy. As I watch, you press one, then two fingers inside yourself. I unbuckle my pants and let them fall to the floor. I have to stroke my dick, which has been begging for attention from the first moment I saw you standing naked in the shower. I start to stroke it in rhythm with your hand as you rub your pussy. It feels as if we were actually together. I am so excited, playing with my cock while watching you masturbate in the shower.
“Now you turn toward the doorway and see me standing there, stroking my hard prick. I know you like me watching you. It excites you. Now that you have an audience you decide you might as well put on a show. You raise one leg and prop your foot on the shower seat, giving you easier access to your pussy, and also providing a better view for your watcher. The lust in your eyes tells me that you are building up to a powerful orgasm, which makes me even hotter. Your breasts rise and fall rapidly as your breathing quickens. Your hand moves faster and harder. I move into the bathroom, closer to the shower stall as my hand, too, pounds my hard dick faster and faster, keeping up with you. Then I explode, sending a stream of come into the air. It splashes on the glass door of the stall. Seeing my eruptions sends you over the edge, and I hear you cry out with ecstasy as the waves of pleasure rock your entire body.
“I slowly recover, and then I realize that I am still in my bed, in my prison cell. But as long as I can think of you out there waiting for me, I feel free. Good night, my love.”—Name and address withheld
HE DIDN’T KNOW HIS AUDIENCE WOULD BE THE ENTIRE CHEERLEADING SQUAD
When I was a freshman in college and a shy but popular football player, I had the privilege of dating a beautiful girl named Jenny, who was captain of the cheerleading team. Jenny was the all-American type—long blonde hair, golden tan, golden smile, and as sweet as apple pie.
As our romance started getting serious, I tried to make love to Jenny, but she insisted that she was saving herself for marriage. This, however, did not stop us from exploring our sexuality. We engaged in long, heated necking and petting sessions, licking, sucking, and fondling every inch of each other’s body.
Jenny was fascinated with my cock, which, when fully erect, curved so much that the head pushed into my stomach. It looked like a big, very curvy banana. Jenny had fondled one other guy before me, but she said his cock was nothing like mine.
We often played games with each other, trying everything short of actually fucking to get each other off. Her parents were away a lot, and sometimes I would come to her house to watch her as she bathed. Seeing her soap up her golden mound and run her fingers through those curly pubes really turned me on. She would roll over and give me a view of her perfect ass while she pumped her hips and let the water splash against her glistening slit. Seeing this, I had to pull out my dick and relieve myself. She in turn got a big kick out of watching me stroke my hard banana.
One day I was home studying when Jenny called, saying she was feeling hot, and had just had a great idea. Her parents were gone, and she wanted me to come over, let myself in, go directly to her room and then jerk off, while she hid in the closet and watched. I couldn’t deny a request from Jenny; and besides it sounded like fun.
When I arrived at her house, the door was unlocked, and I rushed upstairs to her bedroom. There was soft music playing on the stereo, and soft candles glowing. I strutted around her room, stripping off my clothes and flexing my muscles. When I was completely nude, I stood on her bed and began gyrating my hips while shaking and twirling my cock as it slowly started swelling and fattening. There was a big fluffy pillow in the middle of the bed, and I straddled it, resting my cock on the soft down. Then I lay on the bed face down and began fucking that pillow, just like I wanted to fuck Jenny. I spread my legs, hoping to give her a good view of my balls slapping against the soft pillow.
Then I spotted a bottle of oil on the dresser, and I knew it was there for my use. I rubbed the oil over my chest, abs, thighs, and butt. I knelt at the corner of the bed, facing the closet, and squeezed some onto my dick. I dug my heels into my butt cheeks and wrapped my hand around my hardening cock, stroking my thick shaft.
Suddenly the closet burst open, and out jumped not only Jenny, but also the entire cheerl
eading squad! I was shocked at first but recovered quickly. The sight of all those wide eyes staring at my cock made it grow longer and harder than ever. I couldn’t believe Jenny had concocted this scheme! She was smiling happily and saying, “Pump it, Harry! Pump it for us!”
The girls gathered in a circle around the bed and cheered, “Pump it, Harry, pump it! Beat that banana!” I felt dizzy and flushed all over, but my dick was as hard as granite. I pulled it away from my oily stomach and jacked off for all I was worth.
The girls catcalled and whistled, and a couple of them moved closer to get a better look. I wrapped my other hand around the base of my dick as I scanned the eager faces of the hottest girls in school. My hand moved faster and harder, and then I felt myself erupting. Spurt after spurt of jism burst from my loins and shot out into the air. I watched as several globs landed on the blouses and sweaters of the fascinated cheerleaders.
I felt suddenly drained. I grabbed up my clothes as quickly as I could, and left.
After that I felt like I had a special bond with those girls. Some of them dated my best friends. I just hoped they wouldn’t say anything.
Years later, long after Jenny and I had gone our separate ways, I ran into one of the cheerleaders at a local deli. She was a tall, long-legged brunette named Nora, who was now a successful real estate agent. After a little small talk, I discovered that, although she had been engaged at one time, Nora was still single, like myself. Then Nora asked me if I remembered that day in Jenny’s room. Of course I remembered it; it was one of the most exciting days of my life. Nora told me she had thought about it many, many times over the years. Then she gazed at me with her intense gray eyes, and her voice was husky as she said, “I’ve always wanted that banana.”
“Really?” I said. I felt the banana she was speaking of already beginning to stir. She was really a very attractive woman.
“Yes, really,” Nora replied. “I don’t know if you remember, but when you shot off that time, some of your come landed on my sweater. I still have that sweater, you know.”
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