Letters to Penthouse XXVII
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Contents
COPYRIGHT
INTRODUCTION
HEY, SEX AND THE CITY PEOPLE, HERE IS THE REAL MISTER PUSSY
WHAT HE VALUES MOST IN A WOMAN IS HER ABILITY TO GIVE GREAT HEAD
JUST BECAUSE SHE’S MARRIED, WHY SHOULDN’T SHE GET HER FILL OF COCK?
HIS WIFE GAVE HIM A STRIPPER FOR HIS BIRTHDAY—TO TEACH HIM A LESSON!
IT WAS HIS WIFE’S FANTASY, BUT HE’S THE ONE WHO LIVED IT OUT
AT A CERTAIN LEVEL OF HORNINESS, YOU NEED A CERTAIN KIND OF FRIEND
SHE COMES FROM A LINE OF SLUTS, AND COULD HARDLY BE PROUDER
THEY PASS THEIR TIME PASSING FROM ONE BLACK COUPLE TO ANOTHER
TWO COLLEGE BOYS STUDY HARD WHEN THEY LEARN SHE HAS A WOMB FOR RENT
A CONTENTED CUCKOLD SHARES THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING: HIS WIFE
IT WAS A BLACK-AND-WHITE SANDWICH, AND HE WAS THE CHOCOLATE IN THE MIDDLE
THEY FOUND A PAIR OF JAZZ FANS WHO HELPED THEM LIVE OUT THEIR FANTASY
HIS BLONDE GAL HELPED HIM CHECK OUT THE LEGEND OF BIG BLACK COCKS
HE HAD NEVER HAD A WOMAN WHO WAS OLDER, MARRIED, OR WHITE—UNTIL LILY
ON THEIR FIRST ANNIVERSARY HER HUSBAND ASKS HER FOR A VERY SPECIAL PRESENT
THEIR EROTIC MARATHONS HAD CENTERED ON ORAL SEX TILL HE BROUGHT IN A NEW ELEMENT
THESE TWO READ PENTHOUSE LETTERS FRONT TO BACK, AND THAT’S HOW THEY LOVE, TOO
WHEN HIS GIRL INTRODUCES HIM TO DILDO PLAY, IT STARTS HIM ON A WHOLE NEW PATH
THIS COUPLE LIKES TO PLAY, SO THEY CALL IN A FRIEND FOR SOME EROTIC FUN AND GAMES
IN HER GANG-BANG FANTASY ANYTHING GOES, ESPECIALLY THROUGH THE BACK DOOR
NOTHING LIKE A SHINY NEW SEX TOY TO GET A WOMAN INTO THAT SPECIAL MOOD
SHE FOUND A MAN WHO COULD TAKE HER FROM ALL SIDES AND MAKE HER LIKE IT
WHEN HE LUSTED FOR HER ASS, SHE SAID OKAY, BUT TURNABOUT IS FAIR PLAY
WITH HER HUSBAND AWAY, SHE MAKES DO WITH MEMORIES AND A PULSING SHOWER HEAD
THE MEDICAL TECHNICIAN WAS DYING TO EXAMINE HER MORE CLOSELY, BUT WHO WAS SEDUCING WHO?
HIS GIRLFRIEND’S MOTHER FOOLED AROUND, SO WHY NOT DO IT WITH HIM?
HER SON’S FRIEND WAS AN ORPHAN, SO WHAT COULD SHE DO BUT COMFORT HIM
HE WAS STUDYING TO BE A DESIGNER, AND SHE HAD A FEW DESIGNS ON HIM
HE HAD A THING FOR OLDER WOMEN, AND THIRTY-SIX WAS CLOSE ENOUGH
WOMEN CHANGE ALL THE TIME, AND YOU CAN’T ALWAYS FIGURE OUT THE REASON
IN THIS FAMILY HE’S THE SLUT, TRYING TO BE WORTHY OF HIS BEAUTIFUL BABE
THE MOTHER OF THE BRIDE GIVES THE FOUR GROOMSMEN A RIDE THEY WON’T FORGET
HERE’S A LADY WHO KNOWS HOW TO GET WHATEVER (AND WHOEVER) SHE DESIRES
OF COURSE YOU’VE HEARD OF STRIP POKER, BUT HOW ABOUT STRIP FOOTBALL?
HER JOB TOOK HER A LONG WAY FROM HER HUSBAND, AND HER BIG BLACK NEIGHBOR TOOK HER EVEN FARTHER
IT BEGAN WITH A BIT OF EXHIBITIONISM BUT GRADUALLY GOT OUT OF CONTROL
HIS WIFE WAS ONE SUBMISSIVE LADY, BUT COULD HE GET HER TO ADMIT IT?
HE DRESSED UP AS A WOMAN WITH NO IDEA HIS WILDEST FANTASIES WOULD COME TRUE
SHE THOUGHT AMY WAS A GREAT GIRL, TILL SHE SAW HER STANDING UP TO PEE
TO APPRECIATE MOTHERHOOD, TRY SEX WITH SOMEONE ELSE’S PREGNANT WIFE
HE FINDS IT’S NEVER TOO LATE TO LEARN NEW THINGS—LIKE BEING A WOMAN
HEARING ABOUT THE MALE PROSTATE, HIS WIFE HAD TO EXPLORE FOR HERSELF
HOW TO PLEASURE ANOTHER MAN’S WIFE AND STILL BE A FAITHFUL HUBBY
SHE HAD NEVER ACTED ON HER CURIOSITY ABOUT OTHER WOMEN, UNTIL HER COWORKER WROTE HER A SEXY LETTER
WHEN THE WOMAN OFFERED HER A RIDE, SHE DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO BE QUITE SO WILD
IT WAS MORE THAN LUST, IT WAS LOVE—BUT LUST WAS A HELL OF A BIG PART OF IT
SHE KNEW SHE LIKED GIRLS, BUT SHE DIDN’T KNOW MUCH MORE UNTIL SHE MET THE WILD NEIGHBOR
SAYING SHE WAS A LESBIAN KEPT THE GUYS AWAY, BUT WHAT ABOUT CHERYL?
AN EXOTIC STRIPPER HELPED HER TO REALIZE HER LONG-HELD FANTASY
NAKED ON HER HANDS AND KNEES, SHE WAITED FOR HER MASTER TO SHOW UP
SHARING HER WAS A GIFT TO HIS PALS, BUT SHE LOVED IT AS MUCH AS THEY DID
HE SHOWS HER THE JOYS OF SUBMISSION THEN SETS HER UP WITH A LITTLE ORGY
THEIR KINKY CAMPING TRIP GOT KINKIER WHEN THEY MET TWO COUNTRY BOYS
HE LOVES SHAVING HIS SEXY WIFE’S PUSSY, BUT HER VENUS MOUND IS OFF-LIMITS
SHE WAS A TRASH COLLECTOR, BUT HER TRYST IN THE MEN’S LOCKER WASN’T GARBAGE
SHE MONITORED THE EFFECT OF SEXUAL AROUSAL ON HER HANDSOME CARDIAC PATIENT
IT TOOK THEM A WHILE TO GET TOGETHER, BUT WHEN THEY DID, THE SPARKS REALLY FLEW
HE GAVE HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND A SEXY CHALLENGE, AND SHE MORE THAN LIVED UP TO IT
THERE’S A FIRST TIME
FOR EVERYTHING.
AND WE MEAN EVERYTHING.
Panting voyeurs and breathless exhibitionists. Suburban threesomes and two-timing housewives. Hospital hotties and truck-stop teasers. Playful spankers and naughty shavers. You don’t know how wild it can be or how good it can feel until you try it for the very first time. Now join Penthouse readers in that exciting moment when they cross the line and shatter one more taboo. Find out how they lose it. These letters are keepers, from sexy lovers who never say no to the new.
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
Penthouse Uncensored I
Penthouse Uncensored II
Penthouse Uncensored III
Penthouse Uncensored IV
Penthouse Uncensored V
Penthouse Uncensored VI
Penthouse Variations
26 Nights: A Sexual Adventure
Penthouse: Naughty by Nature
Penthouse: Between the Sheets
Penthouse Erotic Video Guide
Penthouse Unleashed: Sex Tips
INTRODUCTION
Do you remember your first blowjob—giving or receiving? How about the first time you delved into a threesome? Never have? Thinking about it? You hold in your hands a sensational assemblage of sexual wickedness and indulgence. Between the covers of this book you’re privy to curious thrill-seekers who take their fantasies and desires up a notch and unleash their most erotic encounters imaginable.
With tales of first-time: multiple sex partners, husbands watching their wives with other lovers, spouses cheating, interracial rendezvous, and even a wife’s very first shaved pussy, our readers take you on a thrilling, heart-pounding sexventure unlike any you’ve ever encountered. Raunchy romps and wantonness at every turn keep you on the edge of your seat, wanting more. You’ll find your fingers, when not busy touching yourself, turning the pages faster and faster . . . absorbing each and every detail. Your mind and body will be set afire reading these sinful passages of primal couplings.
We hope you enjoy reading this exciting, sex-provoking collection of the best Penthouse Letters has to offer. Whether you’re contemplating letting loose and experimenting or just nosing around to see what your neighbor is doing, this is for you! If it’s mind-blowing sex you want, you’ve come to the right place!
—Kathy Cavanaugh, Senior Managing Editor, Penthouse Letters.
HEY, SEX AND THE CITY PEOPLE,
HERE IS THE REAL MISTER PUSSY
My European-born wife loves the television series Sex and the City, which is a big surprise to me, since she never uses vulgarities of any kind. As a former teacher, Katarina claims it’s a waste of good language and time.
To me it’s a girl show—produced by, dressed by, aimed at, and loved by girls. Talented? Gifted? Sure, to the max, but not for most guys. Except for last week’s show, titled “Mister Pussy.” I was into my standard girl-show escape routine, typing on the computer that we have rather foolishly right smack in the center of our family room. The episode title immediately caught my attention. I had all I could do to keep from yelling out, “Plagiarists! Mister Pussy is my title!” Maybe that’s what caused me to pay attention to the blatantly sexual dialogue. In any case, I was impressed and even educated by the episode.
I always knew my Katarina was unusual in her distaste for being eaten. This episode validated my instincts. She went along with it during our courtship, I imagine because she knew how much I crave oral sex as my basic foreplay. The show had Katarina and me in stitches. This obsessive cunt-lapper would turn every casual conversation around to oral sex during anything he thought of as a date. At the table he would eat a peach or pear by splitting it and then licking and sucking, devouring the contents with noisy pleasure. Later he would bed the girl and just eat her. Not fuck her or, for that matter, even kiss her above the waist.
Because he specialized in eating pussy, Samantha, the character played by Kim Cattrall, tagged him Mister Pussy, and it stuck. “Oh,” Samantha said. “You don’t marry a guy like Mister Pussy. You just savor his talents.”
My Katarina thought the tears rolling down my cheeks were from hysterical laughter alone. They were not. My memory bank jammed recalling two, no three relationships I had endured—yes, endured—eons ago, when I was single.
In my old neighborhood in New York, it was well-known that Jewish girls love to be eaten. Okay, okay, write me hate mail, toss eggs at me, and call me bad names! But I have never met a Jewish woman who did not want to be devoured. One and all, they adored my lips, tongue, and Italian nose piercing their labia during sex play.
The word spread around the neighborhood. It was even rumored that the local synagogue was abuzz about the gentile boy who was the reigning monarch of muff-diving. And friends, I loved it! When the guy who had introduced me into his crowd told me about the title I had acquired, he seemed embarrassed for me.
“Stan,” I said, “I am proud to be of service to your beautiful ladies.”
One warm Saturday night in July, Stan and I double-dated at a rock concert. He took Ellen, and I took her best friend Joy. Both were very attractive, but Ellen was stacked with a set of double-D hooters that turned heads. Joy? Glorified nipples and a padded bra.
Stan had known both girls since they were kids. Sex seemed at all times fair game for conversation, and it was clear that Joy had told Ellen each lick of our dates. After the concert, back in Joy’s finished basement, we were all making out like crazy on a long sofa, and I kept hearing the girls speaking softly between kisses, announcing to each other blow-by-blow, like at a billiards match.
“He’s squeezing my left titty,” Joy would whisper to Ellen, whose face was close enough for Joy to kiss as they spoke. Then Ellen would say with more than a little theatrics, “He’s got two fingers up my cunt!” I was shocked by the language, but fascinated by the excitement dirty talk seemed to give them.
Almost like twin brothers thinking alike, Stan and I began to cross-touch the girls as they continued their love talk to each other. It was a jolt to hear Ellen tell Joy that I was tweaking her clitty.
I decided to try the same game. I urged Joy, “Let me taste Ellen?” A few hushed moments passed while she thought it over. Then she just nodded. Ellen was surprised but pleased when Stan moved aside. She lifted her short mini, exposing her panty-clad cunt and ass. I asked Joy to remove her soul mate’s panties. Ellen’s moans told the story as my mouth met her pungent pussy lips. Meanwhile Stan was caressing Joy’s thighs. Then he buried his face in his old high school prom date’s bush.
That night our Jewish princesses came about four times, but none from fucking. Yes, Mister Pussy was in his groove!
—R.W., Princeton, New Jersey
WHAT HE VALUES MOST IN A WOMAN IS
HER ABILITY TO GIVE GREAT HEAD
I have to say, on behalf of the American male population, that we love dicksuckers. The ability to suck a fat dick is the quality that’s most important in a woman. Let me tell you my latest tale.
I’m a paralegal. Recently I noticed that a lady who came into our office for legal advice had big red succulent lips, the kind that can suck the “lolli” right off a lollipop. She eventually confided in me about the problems she was having with her husband that made her want a divorce. My boss was out that day, so I gave her my card and said to call anytime she needed someone to talk to.
She called me the next evening from a local motel, after an argument with her husband. I got to the motel as quickly as I could, and found her watching a porno flick where a lot of dicksucking was going on. I had a hard time staying cool. I could just imagine her big red lips sliding up and down my big black meat. I tried to console her, but she hushed me and told me to sit down. She moved between my legs, unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and sucked me into a coma. I mean, she slid up and down, swirled her tongue, and cupped my balls all at the same time. She was a dicksucking delight. She slid up and down until I was ready to shoot my load.
She noticed this and stopped her sucking on a dime. She had been drinking beforehand, and now reached for her drink, grabbed my dick, and directed it into the drink, where I shot my load. She removed my dick from the glass and cleaned it off with her lips, then drank the drink. She called this a “come island iced tea.” I thanked her and left.
A day or two later I received a phone call at work and was asked to go back to the same motel room at seven that evening. She would be waiting for me.
I made it there by quarter to seven. To my surprise, she had two girlfriends with her. I wondered if I could handle this! I got naked, and she pulled out my dick and went right to work. One of the girlfriends licked my balls, the other one sat on my face. I lapped up her wet pussy while the two other women gave me the blowjob of my life. After I shot my load, the second dicksucker managed to wake mine up with her repertory. Between the dual dickjob and the juicy pussy I was munching, I was in convulsions. At this point I had an out-of-body experience, seeing trees an
d waterfalls and butterflies. I looked down at myself and saw myself getting this great treatment. I jacked off and came on the flowers.
All of a sudden I was back in the room. It was time to fuck. I laid the three women down side by side and moved back and forth among them, giving fifty or so pumps before switching. This went on for about half a million strokes, until I brought each of them to climax. Then the fun began. The four of us got in the shower and started all over!
The best kind of woman is a dicksucking one.
—H.W., Cleveland, Ohio
JUST BECAUSE SHE’S MARRIED, WHY SHOULDN’T
SHE GET HER FILL OF COCK?
I’m a happily married twenty-six-year-old woman with an affinity for sucking cock. With my petite figure, red hair, green eyes, and ability to take it all the way to the back of my throat, few men would decline an opportunity to have me give them blowjobs.
A few months ago I was introduced to the attorney of a friend of mine. I knew right away that I was in trouble. Even though I knew it was wrong at the time, I just couldn’t help myself around this guy, and it was pretty clear to both of us that the sexual attraction was mutual. He’s very good-looking—tall, with broad shoulders, gorgeous brown eyes, and a tight ass. It began with some suggestive talk, and I knew that it wouldn’t end until I had his cock in my mouth.
The reality turned out to be way better than I had even dared to imagine. I love to take him in my mouth, using the tip of my tongue to lick up and down his long, thick cock. As I lick, I begin to close my mouth and, using the entire length of my tongue, I draw him to the back of my throat and continue sucking and sucking as I look up into his big brown eyes. His cock throbs as it glides in and out of my throat, and my pussy becomes increasingly wet. Often when I feel him pulse and shoot his hot, sweet come down my throat, it’s enough to make me come!
For the past four months we’ve enjoyed these stolen moments as often as we can. Recently, he brought up the idea of anal sex and described his fantasy to me. I had never done anything like it, yet surprisingly became aroused at the idea. One Friday, with both of us fully clothed, he came up behind me and began grinding his cock against my ass while whispering in my ear how good it would be to fuck my ass. I was so wet that I thought I might come when he moved one hand around the front and up between my legs to rub my clit. With the other hand he played with my boobs and squeezed my nipples.