Letters to Penthouse XIII

by Penthouse International

  “Let’s go in the bedroom,” she panted.

  When we got there, she pushed me back on the bed with my cock sticking straight up. She straddled me and fucked herself into massive convulsions. Then I rolled her over on her back and pushed her legs to her tits. Her asshole spread wide, and I drove my dripping cock deep in her. As I pounded away, she came. I exploded in her ass, then collapsed on top of her.

  Thank God for her friend’s sexy husband!—D.A., Frederick, Maryland

  THEY PUT HIM IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, BUT IT TURNED OUT NOT TO BE SO SOLITARY

  I am currently incarcerated in a correctional facility. I have been here for three months, serving a one-year sentence. I am eighteen and about five feet nine, with a solid seven inches of cock. Knowing that I wasn’t going to get laid for a while, I used to sit in my cell and beat off at least two or three times a day. Sometimes I’d fantasize about the correction officers and all I’d love to do with them.

  The last couple of days I have been a pain in the ass, so they put me into an isolation cell for awhile. While I was there I let my mind wander. I imagined that the sergeant of the guards came around and started talking to me. I noticed a bulge in his pants, and asked him why he had it. He said he was hot, and asked me if he could suck my cock. He got on his knees, pulled down my pants and started licking my balls. It felt good. He took my cock in his mouth and it grew hard in a second. Enjoying this, I held on to his head as it bounced up and down on my cock like a basketball.

  Pretty soon I noticed that someone was watching through the little window in the cell door. I said something to the sergeant. He stopped sucking, went to the door and opened it.

  There stood the hottest female correction officer in the whole damn prison. Her name was Fran, and I had often fantasized about bending her over and fucking her heart-shaped ass. Boy, was I happy to see the sergeant start kissing her and stripping her down. The hair on her pussy was the same color as her shoulder-length brunette hair.

  They both came over and began playing with my cock and balls. I kissed Fran and sucked on her tits. Then I dove straight for her pussy. Soon I was deep inside her with my tongue and fingers, licking and nibbling her clit. While I was doing this, the sergeant was sucking my dick and masturbating. We all came within minutes.

  It didn’t take long for me to recover, and I again started licking Fran’s hard nipples and sucking her pussy. I was soon harder than ever, and I wanted her ass. I bent her over and stuffed my cock deep in her pussy. She moaned and then made a purring noise, taking the sergeant’s sizable cock in her mouth.

  I pulled out and spread her ass cheeks. Damn, that was the best-looking ass I’d ever seen, and I wanted to stick my dick in that tight little hole. With my cock lubricated with her pussy juice, I went for it. As I entered her slowly, she let out a low grunt. The grunts became louder, even though she had the sergeant’s cock deep in her throat.

  Those grunts of pleasure made me want to start ramming in and out, and that’s just what I did, pulling my dick out, then jamming it all the way back in, all the while kneading her big tits. Within minutes I shot everything I had deep in her tight asshole as she sucked the sergeant dry.

  “We all got dressed in silence. Then the sergeant said, grinning, “Would you mind if we paid you another visit tomorrow?”

  “I’m counting on it,” I said.

  “Me too,” Fran said, and she gave me a French kiss before they left.

  I don’t know how long I’ll be in solitary, but at least I’ll have something to keep my mind occupied.—Name and address withheld

  WAS SHE A HIDEOUS MONSTER OR A VISION OF BEAUTY—OR MAYBE BOTH?

  She was standing in my bedroom doorway, the light from the hall filtering in behind her. The door jamb framed her as if she were a life-size centerfold.

  The light caused her golden-blonde hair to blaze, and a cool spring breeze coming from an open window seemed to give it life. It flowed in waves over her smooth shoulders and down to the center of her back. Her skin was bronzed from the sun, giving it a blemish-free appearance. Her dark, sultry eyes twinkled, and her full, moist, red lips glistened in the subdued light.

  She wore a red one-piece dress that stretched over her body, stopping just below her crotch. It hugged her curves in all the right places, and left very little to the imagination.

  Her sultry voice caressed my ears, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end as she whispered, “Do you want me?”

  I heard my voice as if it were far away. “My wife will be home soon.”

  She walked toward me with fluid catlike movements, her hips swaying from side to side. She stopped in front of the bed where I lay naked under the covers. She bent over at the waist. Her firm, round breasts fell forward slightly, and as the cool breeze blew through the window, tiny bumps appeared on her arms and her nipples stood erect, pressing against the fabric of her dress.

  She licked her lips slowly, then leaned forward to kiss me. I felt her warm breath on my cheek and smelled the fragrance of her hair as it brushed against my face. Our lips were only a millimeter from meeting—I could almost taste their sweetness.

  Then the image shattered like a million shards of glass raining to the floor. And everything was gone. I fell, helplessly spinning and twisting through the blackness of space. A voice echoed in my ears, but the words were unintelligible.

  Then I heard the words again. This time they made sense. “Open your eyes!”

  The voice was familiar; was it my angel in red? I opened my eyes and sucked in my breath in a gasp. It was hideous! Its face was covered in a green paste, exposing only cold, dead eyes, two nostrils and a pair of dry lips. Its hair was wound around large rods and held into place by metal clips.

  What a ghostly apparition, I thought. Then whatever it was screeched at me, “Get up, you’re going to be late for work.”

  I rolled out of bed and, rubbing my eyes, made my way to where the hideous creature stood. I gently kissed it on the back of the neck, fondly remembering that this was once my angel in red. I looked past the green goop on her face and into her deep blue eyes. They were a bit hard these days, and cold.

  I smiled and said, “You look beautiful,” then gently kissed her lips.

  Her eyes softened and she smiled too, cracking the dry paste. “I look like shit,” she said. “Now go get ready for work.”

  “No,” I said. “I think I’ll take the day off today.”

  “Why?” she asked.

  I lifted my brows a couple of times and rolled my eyes toward the bed.

  She smiled again, wider this time. More dry paste cracked, and small pieces sprinkled to the floor. She playfully slapped my bare chest, but let her soft hand lie there. Her eyes twinkled with delight as I cupped the back of her neck in the palm of my hand and wrapped my other arm around her small waist, pulling her close and kissing her passionately.

  Our tongues wound around one another like slippery serpents. The kiss lasted for a euphoric eternity. When we separated she looked at me wide-eyed and said, “What got in you?”

  “A vision of beauty,” I replied.

  She pulled herself from my embrace, saying, “Let me wash this stuff off my face.” Then she turned and went in the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

  I stripped off my briefs, went back to the bed, climbed under the blankets and waited for her to return. I lay thinking of the vision in my dream until the bathroom door swung open.

  She stood in the doorway wearing one of my old flannel shirts, with only the two middle buttons fastened. Below the buttons I saw her crotch and the tiny bush of hair that covered it. Above them, her ample breasts spread the shirt wide, showing her cleavage. Her golden-blonde hair was wild and uncombed. The green goop was gone from her flawless cream-colored skin. She wore just a hint of makeup, which brought out her sweet full lips and bedroom eyes.

  She walked slowly toward me, tossing her head slightly to flip her hair back. It seemed to move in slow motion, brushing her should
ers and bouncing into place.

  She pulled the blankets down and mounted me, straddling my waist in a kneeling position. Her hand found my throbbing manhood and pressed it down against my stomach. Then she slid forward, holding it in place with her crotch. I felt her hair touching the head and her moistness pressing against the shaft as my rock-hard pole strained to stand erect.

  Now she opened the shirt buttons, and I cupped her firm breasts in my hands, tenderly rolling the hard nipples with my fingertips. I released them as she leaned forward, the nipples rubbing against my chest. She licked my lips with her slick tongue, and I pulled her close, mashing her breasts into my chest and kissing her passionately while groping her tight body with my hands, searching for her secret pleasure spots. Our breathing quickened as our passion grew into lustful heat.

  She sat up and wiggled herself into position, then raised herself enough to allow my throbbing hard-on to slip in her warm, wet depth. She moaned with pleasure as it slid inside her to its maximum length. She waited a moment, savoring the hardness deep in her. Then, slowly, she began bouncing up and down and grinding her hips, her moans becoming louder.

  As the lustful tension increased, she threw her head back, and her gyrations intensified wildly. Soon she was howling, and a minute later her body jerked spasmodically and she dug her long nails in my chest, moaning, “Yes! Oh yes! Oh baby!” as orgasmic euphoria washed over her.

  Climax achieved, she collapsed on me, breathing hard. But I gave her no chance to rest. I rolled her over and pulled her legs up, placing them over my shoulders as I began pumping my love-rod in and out. I moved slowly at first, with an occasional provocative swivel of the hips, and she began to let out low moans of pleasure.

  I increased the speed of my thrusts, and their power, ramming deeper and deeper with each lunge, slamming our crotches together with each forceful stroke. Her fingers dug into my back. “Faster!” she howled. “Faster, oh baby, faster!”

  Sweat poured from our bodies as we strained toward the peak of pleasure. I felt myself climbing to the top and looking over the edge, ready to jump or fall into orgasm. Her shouts of pleasure were at fever pitch. Both of us were on the edge, and we jumped at the same time. My muscles spasmed and my body shivered as my convulsing dick pumped my juices in her squirming pussy.

  We collapsed from our exertions, breathing heavily, finding it difficult to swallow because of the dryness of our throats. The salty taste of sweat was in our mouths, and the pungent smell of jism in the air. I sprawled on my back, feeling totally satisfied, as she lay with her head upon my chest.

  My last thought before falling asleep was, That was almost too good to be true. When I opened my eyes, she was standing in the doorway. Light filtered in behind her, the door jamb framing her as if she were a life-size centerfold.—C.K., Windsor, Ontario

  THEY’RE SO CRAZY ABOUT PENTHOUSE LETTERS, THEY READ IT WHILE SCREWING

  We hear so much about the supposed evils of pornography. Let me tell you how it has helped my marriage.

  I’m a hot steamy woman with big round tits and a hard tight ass. I’m married to a tall dark man with long lush hair and a big thick cock. We are both avid Penthouse Letters readers, who love to share your magazine with each other.

  I’ll never forget the first time I decided to share my copy of Penthouse Letters with my beautiful hubby. Just thinking about it as I carried the magazine home from the store had my pussy dewy-wet with anticipation. The look in my man’s sexy brown eyes as I showed it to him and told him I wanted to read some of the letters to him was simply electric. My moist snatch was immediately dripping wet for him.

  I began to read to him, and he began slowly to undress us both. Then he positioned his taut body over mine as I continued to read. His stiff cock played round and round my wet, warm hole, his desire increasing with every word from my moist red lips. Reading to him had me hot and moaning. I wanted to see him come for me. I couldn’t control the urge to stroke that big, hard dick.

  I rolled him on his back and went on reading, laying my head on his chest and stroking his throbbing cock with one hand. The letter I was reading was about a threesome, with some guy deep-fucking the wet cunt of a lady whose tongue was licking his wife’s quivering pussy. Oh God, how that story enchanted us, enticed us and enhanced our lovemaking! I read parts of it over and over, each time more breathlessly, pausing only to slide my lips up and down my honey’s big dick.

  I was losing control. Soon I was rubbing my bouncing double-D breasts over his stiff cock while he played with my pussy; but still I didn’t stop reading. The only break I took was to suck the sticky-sweet pre-come from the glistening head of my angel’s swollen rod. As I did that, he too lost control, shooting his come on me.

  The sight of it gleaming on my massive tits just drove my hubby crazy. He rolled me over on my back, ready to return the favor. He took the magazine out of my hands, tossing it aside as he pulled my legs wide open. His warm, skilled mouth quickly brought me to ecstasy. With his tongue sliding over my stiff and throbbing clit again and again, I came.

  He didn’t stop. His long, gentle fingers found and stroked my G-spot as his soft lips kissed my swollen clit. Approaching climax, I screamed his name and begged for more. He sent me through wave after wave of climax as I rode his graceful fingers and tireless tongue, until I was pleading for his cock.

  Finally we slid into each other’s embrace, and I gasped with joy as his huge cock slipped slowly in my tight dripping cunt. I matched him thrust for thrust as he fucked me gloriously. We reached amazing heights that night, experiencing pleasures we could barely believe.

  A large—very large—part of our amazing sex life is due to my wondrous and sexy marriage to a wonderful and sensuous man. But there is no doubt that Penthouse Letters has its enticing, arousing, amazing role in our lovemaking too. So please keep those sexy letters coming for my man and me, and we’ll keep coming as we read them!—T.N., Pensacola, Florida

  WITH A FEW DRINKS IN HER, THIS QUIET SCHOOLTEACHER TURNS INTO A NYMPHO SLUT

  One evening a couple of years ago I was having a few drinks with friends at a favorite hangout when a couple came in whom I hadn’t met. Some of my friends knew them, however, and introduced them. The man, Patrick, was a college professor, and his wife, Erin, taught grade school.

  Erin was very well dressed, but didn’t seem to have much to say. She was in her forties, about five feet two and one hundred twenty pounds. She had short hair and was really cute. As for me, I’m forty-five, about six-one and in good shape from many years of running.

  Erin looked like she was bored and not having much fun. When the party broke up, I was disappointed that I hadn’t been able to talk to her. I found her quite attractive, and I had the feeling that she would be interesting to know.

  One night a friend asked me to a party at his home. I knew it would be fun, since his wife was a great cook and he always had plenty to drink. I was pleased to see that Erin and Patrick were there. Everyone had a lot to drink, and late in the evening Erin did a wild solo dance. At the end of it she backed up to where Patrick was sitting, bent over and shoved her ass in his face. This seemed to make him angry, and he said he was tired and was going home. Erin told him she would get a ride home later.

  I couldn’t help but notice how shapely her ass was in the tight white slacks she was wearing. Although the legs of the slacks were loose and baggy, the upper part fit her so snugly that it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing panties.

  I was in the kitchen mixing another drink when she came in. I watched her at the counter, making herself a monster drink. I guess maybe I’d had one too many, for suddenly I heard myself telling her that I would love to fuck her. Erin didn’t say anything; she just picked up her drink and went out. Oh shit, I thought. What have I done now?

  A little later I got up my nerve and went in the living room to apologize to her. Nearly everyone had left, and Erin was talking to the hosts, who by now were drunker than shit. She was pretty drunk herself.


  I heard her, saying that she was going to call a cab, and that she wanted to stop at an all-night store on the way home to get more cigarettes. I offered to give her a ride home, and to my surprise she said okay. So out the door we went.

  I helped Erin into my car and then got in the driver’s side. She slid right over and put her head on my shoulder. She told me where to go for cigarettes. I found the store and parked in front of it. It was about two in the morning, and the street was pretty dark.

  Before I could move, she hopped out of the car, saying she would be right back. By the time she came out of the store, the alcohol she’d imbibed had taken full effect and she was pretty loaded. She slid across the front seat and lay on my lap.

  We started necking like a couple of teenagers. Erin started fucking my mouth with her tongue, and I rubbed her bare ankle, my hand sliding upward. As I mentioned, her pants legs were quite loose, and I had no trouble getting my hand up inside. She was breathing hard as my hand moved onto her thigh. Her skin was smooth and warm, and I felt the dampness from her hot cunt.

  Between our wild tongue-fucking kisses, she told me that she had been married for twenty years and was very unhappy. She said that Patrick didn’t pay any attention to her anymore, and in fact hadn’t fucked her for five years. She said that she had been faithful in the past, but now he could go fuck himself.

  I told her that from the first time I had seen her I wanted to hold her in my arms and learn more about her. She said she wanted to feel my naked body against hers, and make up for the five years that she hadn’t been cared for and fucked. She said she liked the way I touched her and wanted to fuck me right then.

  I let my hand roam over her inner thigh as I told her that she was my dream come true, but that I didn’t want a quickie fuck. I said I wanted to take hours with her, to kiss her from her head to her toes and feel and taste her entire body.