Letters to Penthouse IV

by Letters to Penthouse IV- They Stop at Nothing (epub)

  We spent the first hour of our hike so deeply absorbed in the sights and sounds of the park that we hardly spoke, except to whisper our delight at seeing a doe on the path ahead of us—or to call attention to a spiderweb that glistened with dew in the morning sunlight. By ten o’clock, I had shot my first roll of film and was looking for a place to reload. Wandering along a deserted loop trail, we found a rough-hewn bench and sat down.

  It soon became obvious that Julie’s interest in nature had gone beyond the picture-taking stage. As I reloaded the camera, I felt her lips brushing my cheek and the side of my neck. The more I concentrated on getting the new roll of film started, the more insistent her needs became. When she started tickling the inside of my ear with the tip of her tongue, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I put down my camera and told Julie that she was about to get the fuck of her life.

  We began to undress each other very slowly as if we wanted to make every move last as long as possible. We stood there on a cool, mossy carpet with only our underpants on. Julie slowly pressed her tits against my chest. Her breasts are large and firm, but they’re also long and just pendulous enough so that they swayed from side to side as she moved her slender body toward me.

  While she cupped the straining pouch of my jockey shorts in her hand, I pressed one finger firmly against the bulge of her panties, feeling her warm fluids soak through the thin material. And she let me know how it felt, with a wonderful sigh of pleasure that echoed against the trees of our little clearing in the forest.

  As if this perfect scene weren’t enough, the real excitement was just beginning. I caught a glimpse of movements as I looked over her shoulder. There, no more than twenty yards down the path, came an attractive couple, a little older than we are (probably in their mid-thirties) and a teenage girl. They were looking right at us. I instinctively averted my eyes. I’m sure Julie didn’t notice a thing, because she kept saying how good my finger felt. The man walking toward us grabbed the arms of the two females and pulled them back around the turn in the path and out of sight.

  After a minute or so, just as I was beginning to regain my composure, the three of them, all looking transfixed, appeared again and just stood there in the path. I couldn’t believe that they didn’t know I’d seen them. The woman stood behind and to the side of the girl, holding the girl’s arm with both hands, as if to keep her from turning away, and the man stood behind both of them.

  As the reality of the situation began to soak in, I got more and more excited about it. The better the show we could put on for them, the better I liked the idea, as long as I could keep Julie facing the other way, so she wouldn’t know we were being observed.

  I didn’t seem to be having any trouble keeping her attention. When I knelt in front of her and pulled her soaked panties down, she immediately raised one foot to the bench and placed her hands behind my head, drawing my lips and tongue right into her gaping pussy. Her juices were streaming down the inside of her thighs in clear, slippery flows that soon inundated my cheeks and chin.

  I ran my dripping tongue down her soft inner thigh, just to get another good look down the path. They were still there, and I don’t think it was my imagination that all three of them looked more than a little hot and bothered. The young girl—I’d say a well-gifted fifteen-year-old—was rhythmically shifting her weight from one long slender leg to the other. If I’d been a little closer, I’m sure I could have seen a growing spot on her shorts between those well-shaped thighs. The woman kept glancing back at her husband, who looked transfixed, wishing his tongue were my tongue.

  I went back to work on Julie’s bottom again, and by the urging her hands conveyed to my head, I knew she was about to come. As I nipped and sucked at the tip of her big clit, her rhythmic sighs grew to unashamed cries of pleasure, which filled the forest around us for a minute or more. While I buried my face in Julie’s sopping cunt, her secretions flooded down my neck and chest.

  I abandoned all restraint and had Julie sit with her legs straddling the bench. I could feel the heaviness of my cock and balls swinging freely. Apparently, our spectators were impressed by the size of my hard-on, because I saw them all exchange incredulous glances.

  Julie and I shifted position, and I whispered to her in detail what I was about to do to her. I made her lean back and then I sucked her luscious tits until her nipples were crimson shafts. almost three-fourths of an inch long.

  We sat facing each other on the bench, and I helped her raise her gaping crotch up to the tense, purple head of my cock. I felt like a cannon about to go off! She kept telling me what a big boy I was (she always tells me that when I’m about to fuck her). Then she lowered herself slowly into my lap and, looking down to watch, impaled herself with several delicious squatting thrusts. I leaned back and watched, too, as inch by inch, her puckering inner lips engulfed my rigid staff. It had always been a pretty tight fit for Julie and me before, but this day she was so ripe that she could have taken a stud horse to the hilt.

  Again, Julie’s sweet cries carried in the cool air, and between her cries, I’m sure, our friends could hear the soft, wet, slopping sounds we were making.

  Looking over Julie’s shoulder, I could see the young girl was nearly beside herself. Her right hand was now buried inside her shorts. The woman’s head rested back against her husband’s chest, her eyes glued to us. Her pleasure was no secret, either, as he cupped her breasts in his hands. If I could have done it without Julie knowing, I would have invited them to come over and stand right next to us for the best possible view.

  It seemed as if Julie’s orgasm lasted several minutes this time. Her thighs pistoned her eager hips up high enough so that the huge blossom of my cock just rested between her lips, and then she would drop down to engulf its entire length again. Just as she seemed to be unwinding, she rose to her third climax—and over the next few minutes, she experienced yet another. She was absolutely insatiable. She just kept pumping and pumping, and our juices just kept pouring out, soaking our legs and the bench supporting us.

  All the time, I feasted my eyes on the young girl, now trembling in the throes of her own orgasm. The couple didn’t touch her at all, but they were sure interested. I don’t think they knew whether to keep watching us or her. She had managed to lower her shorts and panties, but only to her knees. The poor thing looked as if she couldn’t spread her legs far enough apart.

  Meanwhile, Julie continued to come. This time, I was with her. I couldn’t imagine how she had anything left to give, but it was the biggest climax yet. We were both screaming as we gushed our final release.

  By the time we got up to get dressed, our spectators had ducked out of sight. I knew they’d eventually have to pass our bench to get back to the parking lot. As Julie and I walked slowly off, I looked back. All I could see was the bench, with a soaked spot right in the middle.

  I would have given anything to hear what was said in their car as our friends rode home. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they had stopped to reenact the melodrama they had just seen.—Name and address withheld

  BUSINESSMAN SHOWS OFF HIS COCK TO WOMEN, AND JERKS IT OFF, TOO

  I am an attractive, successful, thirty-three-year-old businessman who, for the past fifteen years, has enjoyed showing my prick and balls to women. In this time, I have shown my privates to at least three hundred women. With looks ranging from quick glances to longing stares accompanied by full masturbation, women have viewed my dick in parks, libraries, college dorms, apartment buildings, theaters, cars, and on the street.

  In college, I used to wear short cutoffs, torn up the sides, and no underwear. I’d go to the library and sit across from a sexy girl, letting her see my cock. Sometimes, I’d quietly masturbate while she watched. Whenever I was invited to a girl’s room to study, I’d lie on the bed with my knees up and legs apart. When this happened, the only thing these girls studied was my penis. They always carefully positioned themselves to stare right at it.

  After college, I rented a room across
from a hospital. One night, I got so horny watching the nurses that I just had to let them see my erect penis. With the lights on and window shades up, I walked around nude until I’d caught the attention of two young nurses. When I saw them sneaking looks at me, I lay on the bed with a pillow on my chest, which I pretended was a girl and masturbated.

  The nurses stood at the window with big smiles, watching me as I slowly stroked my cock and shot my load into the air. The next night, the same nurses were staring out of the hospital window, waiting for me to repeat the performance, but I didn’t oblige.

  I’ve also lived across from female exhibitionists and frequently masturbated while they dressed or walked around nude. One woman loved to exercise in the nude and then to masturbate while lying belly-down on the bed, with her hands buried in her snatch. Many times, I jerked off wildly as I watched her.

  My favorite episode occurred last spring. I was in my car, smoking a joint and reading Penthouse Letters, several blocks away from a local high school. I looked up and saw three girls walking toward me. There was a brunet with large breasts, a sleek blonde with firm, medium breasts and a tight ass, and a beautiful Oriental girl with small breasts and long, straight hair. They all wore designer jeans and tight blouses.

  I got out of the car and ducked behind a tree. As they passed my car and saw the open magazine on the seat, I heard them giggle. I was already stroking myself when they walked past the tree, all smiles and whispers. As they continued walking down the street, the sight of their swaying young asses was more than I could take. Without a second’s hesitation, I dropped my pants and undershorts, fell to my knees, and started beating off like crazy, trying to come before they got too far away.

  Suddenly, the blonde and the Oriental turned around and sat down, looking straight at me from only about thirty feet away. The brunet took a few more steps and then glanced back over her shoulder, giving me a profile of her luscious breasts. I continued pumping my pecker, somewhat more slowly, while they watched, fascinated. The brunet just gaped, while the blonde and Oriental talked and giggled, until I finally shot my load all over the grass in front of me.

  The blonde then teasingly called down, “Did you get off OK?”—even though she knew I had. I said yes, and stood up to show them my full seven-and-a-half-incher, with its head still glistening with come. The brunet let out a little squeal. I couldn’t tell if she was shocked or delighted. The three of them then continued on their way, laughing and glancing back at me as I pulled up my shorts. I can only wonder what they said about me.

  I’ve had numerous other experiences, and I hope to have lots more. So, girls, stay alert. If you should see me, relax, have fun, and enjoy the show. And, needless to say, if you want something more, don’t be too shy to ask. I’d love to fulfill your fantasies, too.—Name and address withheld

  CINDI GETS BAWLED OUT—AND BALLED OUT, TOO

  I am an assistant cook at a fairly large California restaurant. As an avid reader of Penthouse Letters, I would like to relate an experience that I had about a month ago.

  It happened after I had spent the best part of three hours putting away new stock that had come in that morning. I had the place very tidy when Cindi, a waitress, came into the storeroom. The uniforms worn by the waitresses here are made to bring out the girls’ best features, and Cindi is one of the most beautiful girls; working in the place. Her beautifully shaped thighs lead up to a wonderful ass that is almost exposed whenever she bends over. Her tits are perfectly shaped, with large nipples that can be seen pressing against the thin fabric of her blouse. Her gorgeous face is complemented by her long blond hair.

  As she walked into the storeroom, she asked where the salad oil was. I pointed to it and, as she picked up the five-gallon container, I copped a look at her lovely bottom. No sooner had she picked it up than she dropped it. Five gallons of salad oil spilled all over the floor. In my anger, I forgot her luscious ass and began to yell at her about the mess she’d made. After several minutes of my scolding her, she covered her face and began to cry.

  At this, I stopped my ranting and went over to her. I told her that I was sorry I’d lost my temper. With a sudden smile on her tear-stained face, Cindi began to massage my cock through my pants with one hand and untie the top of her uniform with the other.

  I was stunned. It was a fantasy come true. Thinking fast, and being sure not to slip on the oil, I went to the door and locked the dead bolt. I returned to find Cindi totally nude. After I quickly took off my pants, we grasped each other and went into a deep French kiss. She had her hands all over my cock while I inserted two fingers into her warm love hole.

  Breaking off our kiss, we fell to the oil-slicked floor in a 69 position. It was hard to lie still in all that salad oil, but as I was slipping and sliding around, I knew I was going to come soon, and I managed to keep my tongue concentrated on her clit. We climaxed together, and Cindi gulped down every drop of my load. When we kissed again, she licked her juices from my smiling face. Playing with my limp rod, she soon had it at attention again. As I spread her legs, she scooped up some of the oil and lubricated my cock. I was about to enter her when she whispered, “Yell at me.”

  “What?”

  “Fuck me, and yell at me like you did when I dropped the oil.”

  I shoved my rod into her hot twat and started to scold her and call her nasty names.

  “Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder—and louder!” she gasped.

  I slammed my balls against her cunt lips with exclamations of “You fucking bitch!” and “Stupid whore!” I lost my load—and my voice—when I soon experienced the best orgasm of my life.

  Totally exhausted, I got a towel from one of the lockers and we quickly wiped the oil from our bodies before putting our clothes on. As we left the storeroom, we were met at the door by two other waitresses with curious looks on their faces.

  Cindi later informed me that she had faked her crying in hopes that I would respond as I did. She told me that she had always wanted her husband to scream and talk dirty to her when they fucked, but that he wouldn’t. Since the storeroom incident, I have masturbated Cindi in the employees’ dining room while whispering dirty words to her. Next, she wants to try a fast fuck in the freezer! Has anybody else had any restaurant fun?—Name and address withheld

  PUBIC-HAIR REMOVAL TURNS ON THEIR FRIENDS

  I would like to share with your readers an adventure I had recently with my wife and her boyfriend. It all began when we had a talk about shaving her cunt, so we men could enjoy it more. She was, to put it mildly, reluctant as hell about letting us remove her pussy hair, which is very bushy. One day last month, however, she came to me with a proposition. She would let her boyfriend and me shave her cunt if she and he could first shave my entire body—and record me whole thing on film.

  Needless to say, I got quite excited about making her pussy bald, but when it came to losing all my body hair, I thought twice. You see, I am an extremely hairy man, and everyone in our apartment complex has seen me in swimming trunks. What would they think if I showed up at the pool suddenly clean-shaven? Nevertheless, I decided to accept my wife’s offer, but I insisted that a depilatory be used instead of a razor.

  Unknown to me, when the appointed hour arrived, my wife had invited friends over to watch. I went into the bedroom, where I stripped and was then tied spread-eagle to the bed. Five naked couples were in the room, all eager to see their first depilated cock. My wife and her boyfriend applied the hair-removal spray I carefully, being sure not to get any on the skin of my cock. About five minutes later they marched me off to the shower, from which I emerged as hairless as a babe. The effect of my I new appearance on the audience was impressive. The women seemed especially fascinated by the sight of my unadorned cock. They proceeded to rub skin lotion all over my body.

  After that, I had more sex than I have ever enjoyed in a single day. It was a dream come true. I had women sucking my cock, nipples and toes, while I ate the cunt of a friend’s wife. For the next two days
, women whom I barely knew were coming over and asking my wife if I could strip so they could see my hairless crotch. Word had gotten out, and for the next two weeks, almost everyone I knew mentioned something about my bald crotch.

  Last weekend, after her boyfriend and I denuded my wife’s pussy, we decided to have a party in the rec house by the pool. We invited fifteen couples over for drinks and a swim. The pool is located in the middle of the apartment complex, but at night, with the lights out, it is dark enough for nude swimming. When we finally got down to skinny-dipping, I discovered to my surprise that out of the fifteen couples, ten had hairless cocks and pussies. They said they had been inspired by my example.

  I’m planning to keep any hair from growing out again around my penis, because I’ve been getting more sex—especially blow jobs—than ever before. I suggest that any man who is ready for something new should try the clean-shaven look. You will be amazed at how large your cock appears. Mine is only average (six and a half inches), but it looks much bigger now.—J.F., Lansing, Mich.

  PTA CHAIRLADY GIVES VIRGIN STUDENT A HOT RIDE IN BOTTOMLESS CHAIR

  I admit my skepticism up to now, but I had an experience recently that has convinced me that your letters are true. I am a student at a local college, and am so shy that I’ve managed to get this far without having a single pleasant encounter with a member of the opposite sex. Every time a beautiful girl approaches me in a hallway, I break out into a cold sweat and become tongue-tied.

  All that changed one day this summer. I was dressed only in my cutoffs and enjoying the sun at home in my backyard, when my mother announced she had a dentist’s appointment but needed to deliver some papers to the chairlady of the PTA on the other side of town. She wanted to know if I could drop off the papers for her. My heart sank as I envisioned a wasted summer day.