To shorten a long story, about a month ago I came home from work early one day and, hearing noises next door, decided to go over for a little neighborly chitchat. Every pair of apartments in our complex shares a common balcony or patio, and it’s a simple matter, and convenient, to step over the low iron railing between the patios to get back and forth from each apartment. Anyway, that afternoon I went over as usual and, to my surprise, immediately saw what was causing the noise.
Through the sliding glass door, I could see to the far side of the living room, and there on the couch were my neighbors—one flat on her back, the other astride her and between her spread legs. And both were quite obviously enjoying an act of passionate and satisfying coitus! Heterosexual intercourse, at that!
They saw me at the very instant I saw them, and in a twinkling they were up and dashing for the bedroom door, their backs toward me so that I couldn’t discern who was who. They are both about the same height and shape, with long hair of almost identical color.
However, I did see a fairly good-sized and erect male organ on one of them. Not a dildo either. Of that I am absolutely certain. To resolve any doubts on that score, let me also add that my arrival on their balcony apparently either coincided with, or triggered, an orgasm, for as they arose and fled, the penis was obviously spurting its ejaculate.
Embarrassed, I froze and turned to leave when one of them called out for me to stay and said that they’d be right out. Well, what could I do? I was already there; so I thought I might just as well stick it out. And besides I was truly interested in the whitish liquid on the carpet and couch. I looked at it while I was waiting, and it was semen all right.
Sure enough, barely five minutes later they emerged, glowy of face, from the bedroom, and the three of us chatted politely for quite some time, carefully avoiding any reference to the episode. I’m sure they must have thought that what I had seen would merely make me think that they were lesbians.
How it’s done, I don’t know, and I’m certainly dying of curiosity to find out. There is nothing in either’s voice to indicate masculinity, and although I’m not absolutely positive that I saw female breasts on both of them that day (I was looking more at the erect penis), they do wear skimpy sleeveless blouses and low-cut bras, and the underarm area appears decidedly feminine. And how is the male lump disguised? They wear tight pants frequently, neither bothering to keep her legs together. Also, the curve of the rounded hip and fanny line on both is obviously female. You can’t disguise that in tight pants. Hips, breasts, legs, arms, shoulders and face—nothing seems other than female. Could they be taking hormones? If so, doesn’t a male’s libido diminish or cease altogether with an overbalance of estrogen? All I can say is, I’d give almost anything for the opportunity to have the sexual encounter I refused earlier. Then I’d know, or would I?—P.C., San Francisco, Calif.
Head & Tail
SHOWBIZ LADY WOWED IN WEEKEND BODY BLITZ
I’m a twenty-five-year-old comedienne with a good body, but my best asset is my face. Being from a small town in Canada, I had to move away to pursue my career, but I normally go back during the summer to see my relatives and friends.
This summer, after a two-year absence, I went back and called up my old girlfriends. We hit the bars in town looking for some men, when suddenly my eyes made contact with a guy I had known for a long time. When I left two years ago, he was married and was running a small business. Back then he was quiet, on the serious side, but now be looks like a high roller.
I asked the girls about him and they told me he divorced last year and since then he’s become a much sought-after man for peculiar reasons. Some of the girls admitted that they had a few nights with him and would “recidive” anytime. I decided to discover for myself what the attraction was.
I went up to him and asked him if he remembered me. He appeared to be delighted even if we had only been acquaintances before. We talked and drank together for the rest of the evening. I hoped he would make the move but he didn’t. Instead he invited me for dinner the next night at his place.
The following evening I was at his place around seven o’clock. It was nice and very well turned out, amazingly so for a man’s apartment. Anyhow, he served me a dry martini and went back to his kitchen while I looked around. The place was a perfect love nest. I was already turned on just by taste; then he came up with the feast. A great chef couldn’t have done better. We ate and chatted happily. I felt excited and giddy. The contact of his knees under the table made me weak. There was so much anticipation in the air, that he knew I was hooked. Still, he took his time.
After the meal, we sat in the living room and that’s where it all started. He caressed my thighs so gently that it sent electricity through my whole body. I searched for his mouth and he grabbed my ass with both hands forcefully. Shivers were running up and down my spine and I grabbed his crotch with shaking hands. The petting couldn’t last long in the state I was in.
He started undressing me methodically, kissing every part he uncovered. I was stark naked in no time. Then he pulled me by the hand into the bathroom. He ran water in the Victorian bath and continued to kiss me all over. He was still fully dressed and I wanted him naked like me. I grabbed his organ but he told me to wait and he started a striptease. I would have never believed that a man undressing could be so exciting. I was sex-starved. Once undressed, he closed the tap and told me to get in the bath. He washed me thoroughly, lingering over my breasts, clitoris and ass, bringing me to a shattering orgasm.
After this, he dried me lovingly. I felt like a queen and his slave at the same time. We went to his bedroom and he made me lie on my stomach and started kissing me from neck to toes. Then he parted my cheeks and started giving me a rim job. Nobody had ever done that to me before—and I wasn’t about to stop him.
It felt so great that I was on the brink of another orgasm. Seeing me so high-voltaged, he moved down to my cunt and clit, always keeping me on the edge of orgasm. I was going crazy but couldn’t do anything about it. I started begging him to fuck me, almost crying.
He then stopped and went away to get some vibrators, a tiny one and a large one. I’d never used one before, but anything would do as long as I could come. He put his cock in my cunt slowly and put the lubricated small vibrator up my ass. I couldn’t believe it. I was going insane, feeling his cock in my cunt and that vibrator up my ass. He wasn’t moving inside me but just using small muscles in his cock to titillate my cunt. That was another world premiere for me. All the while he was still pressing the vibrator inside my ass, against the base of his penis on the other side of the thin wall. In this way, I came again and again, as did he.
I was spent but madly in love with such a magnificent lover. He pulled out, turned around and sat on my face and started licking me. I had his asshole right in front of my eyes. I used to think it was filmy and disgusting, but I was so madly in love that I didn’t care anymore and he was doing the same thing to me. I started licking his asshole, even pushing my tongue all the way up like I couldn’t get enough of him. He came all over my breasts moaning like a beast and I came too.
I spent the weekend with him. He fucked me in every possible way: butt fuck, tit fuck—name it, he did it. Aside from that, he cooked, he washed the dishes, cleaned the house, treated me like a queen, and I wasn’t allowed to help him in any way.
He explained that he’s the only member of his men’s lib movement. He’s independent and self-sufficient. If he seeks a relationship with a woman, it’s not because he needs somebody to cook for him or do the laundry. All this came about after his divorce and I can tell you, he is better at it than any woman I know. He is also a better lover than any man I know.—Name and address withheld
HUSBAND ENJOYS ANNIVERSARY EAT-IN WITH HOT WIFE
My wife, Adrian, and I have come up with what we think is a new and exciting variation of oral sex. So, although I never thought we’d be writing to Penthouse Letters, we just want to let your readers have a taste of this for t
hemselves.
For a long time, I’d wanted Adrian to buy one of those sexy G-string pajama sets. On a recent anniversary, she surprised me by obliging. When I got home from work, she was sitting on the couch with an afghan over her. Not really thinking about it, I assumed she was nude and waiting to “celebrate” our anniversary. As she sometimes does when she’s horny, Adrian was reading the latest copy of Penthouse Letters. So I hurriedly undressed and snuggled under the afghan with her. I soon realized that she wasn’t nude after all. I pulled off the afghan and saw that she was wearing a sexy black G-string outfit. With her long blond hair and small muscular body, she looked fantastic.
I started reading some Penthouse Letters to her, which is always a great turn-on for both of us (especially for Adrian, who was not very experienced when we got married). As I read, we felt and kissed each other. Since she still had on the G-string, I could feel only the bulge of her swollen labia through the thin material.
Before long, as I was reading a letter to her about two guys and one girl (always very arousing to Adrian), I felt the G-string getting wet with her creamy come. By now, being very turned on myself (I had already dampened Adrian’s hand with my pre-seminal lubrication), I decided to have a “snack” between her smooth, muscular thighs. Being eaten must have been just what she wanted, because the creaminess had not only soaked through the G-string but was actually dripping and running down the fabric. Not wanting to waste any of her tastiness, I kissed and licked it all away, which made her rush toward orgasm. Her rippling body and hard breathing told me that she was close, so I decided not to bother with removing her sexy G-string. For some reason, maybe because there was no hair to get in the way, her wet pussy tasted better and flowed with more creamy come than ever. It was so good that, after she had exploded into one orgasm, I continued eating her until she was ready to come again. Then I pulled the material of her G-string back to expose her very hard clitoris, and I kissed it until she went into the throes of her second orgasm.
By now, unable to wait any longer, I took off her G-string and put my rock-hard cock into her beautiful pussy. We screwed with her legs around me, and I felt her ass and clitoris while I knelt on the floor in front of the couch. We both had great orgasms and we were exhausted when we were finished. Adrian had gotten so wet that, while we fucked, her dripping juices made a small wet spot in front of the couch.
Since then, I’ve often gone down on her this way, and just talking about that first time is always another fantastic turn-on for us.—Name and address withheld
“Y” WORKER LOVES COCK— STUDENT’S, NOT HUSBAND’S
I am a twenty-three-year-old male attending college in New England, I am an avid Penthouse Letters reader and have been turned on many a time by these cock-raising experiences. Now I’d like to relate to you an ongoing adventure of my own.
A few months back, I moved into the Y.M.C.A. here because the dorms were full. I noticed after a while a young girl at the desk who works nights. At first she did not appear to be that attractive, but as time wore Oh she began dressing more unusually. Sometimes she’d wear a thin dress or pants which would accentuate her very small, yet perfect ass. All these clothes were tight and well-fitted. This caught my eye when I came in, and I’d stop and talk with her. Her name, I learned, was Janie. She’s five-foot-seven but her figure is tiny, about one hundred pounds with 32A tits.
One night I came in and saw she was wearing a low-cut blouse with thin white pants. Occasionally, she’d bend forward at the desk and I’d just “happen” to peer down her top. She always managed to look up and catch me. She’d just smile or wink. Then she’d walk around and bend over to pick something off the floor. This gave me a super boner because I could clearly see the outline of her bright pink bikini panties. We both knew we were turning each other on. This type of teasing continued for about a week. One day she wore a green silk dress (with a slit up the front and back) and real sexy high heels. I had come in from class about eleven o’clock. I had been in a super horny mood all day. I complimented her on her dress and that started the ball rolling. Janie started playing sexual word games with me, asking me what I liked a girl to do on a date, and so on. One thing led to another and we got to the topic of oral sex. Janie said she liked it but couldn’t do it as often as she liked because her husband didn’t care for it—although he had asked her to suck him off during their honeymoon.
I jokingly mentioned that she might enjoy my “mammoth mauler” and that I could be gentle. She didn’t answer. By now it was time to leave and I walked her to her car. At the car I again mentioned my “mammoth mauler.” Janie smiled wanly and said it was getting late. So I said that it looked like I’d just have to go to bed defeated and jerk off. That must have done the trick, because she told me to jump in the car and we’d go somewhere where she’d “toss” me off.
We drove to a parking lot near the pier and I hastily removed my Levi’s. Once she saw my fat eight-inch cock she put a lingering lip lock on it. Her mouth was nice a vacuum and I held off coming as long as I possibly could. Then I let loose hot and fast. She swallowed every drop.
She sat up and removed her dress so as not to get any come on it. All she now had on were stockings (not panty hose) and a white bra. With enthusiasm she started in on me again. Her tiny tongue and mouth were excellent. I put my thumb and index finger in her ass and twat. This drove her wild. Her head drove me apeshit and I thrust like a mule. Come was shooting all over her face, chest and back in her mouth. After what seemed like two minutes of coming, I calmed down and cleaned up. En route back to the “Y” she Mew me a third time!
That was five months ago. Now we go to peep shows and drive-ins. Last week, we went to the mall and picked up a young black dude. We went to a motel where we fucked and sucked for almost five or six hours. His dong had to have been a full twelve inches long and six inches round. Janie’s mouth just fit over the head and while she worked on him, I jacked off onto her face and hair. He pumped away, sending toads down her throat with the excess running in streams out her mouth. It was so impressive, I took some Polaroid close-ups. The best shot showed his cock in her mouth and my come dripping off her face.
I hope this fine arrangement keeps up forever.—Name and address withheld
BLACK READER HAS A DREAM AND IT’S FULL OF GOOD GRACE
I love your magazine, especially the letters. I rarely see any letters from black people who want to tell about their sexual experiences. It has occurred to me that I should let you know what we blacks are doing sexually.
I am twenty-four years old, male, with a slender build (I weigh one hundred sixty-five pounds). I have an eight-inch cock that gets pretty hard when I read in your magazine about all the sucking and fucking that is going on. Sometimes, I fantasize about having encounters like those I read about, but I already have a fantasy of my own, and her name is Grace. Grace is my ex-wife, and I still love her very much. She is five-six and weighs about one hundred forty pounds. She has the smoothest skin I have ever touched, and the roundest, softest ass in the world. Her breasts are small and firm, and her body is always warm. Grace’s skin is the color of a Hershey bar—in fact, she always smells sweet.
Occasionally, we still get together, and I can enjoy that dynamite sex that only she can give me. What I love most about her is that she has the juiciest pussy I’ve ever known. Once her pussy juices begin to flow, everything is wet and wild.
Some people believe that black men don’t eat pussy. Well, let me say just one thing about any of my brothers who aren’t into cunnilingus: they haven’t eaten a pussy like my Grace’s. Her juices taste like nectar from the heavens. Whenever I’m eating her wet snatch, I hope that she’ll scream, “I’m coming. I love you. Eat me. Drink me. Love me!” I yearn for her to drench my face with her wet sexiness. I love eating her and hearing her moan in ecstasy.
Here’s my favorite fantasy about Grace. It begins with her calling me to come over to her place. “Hurry, honey,” she pleads. “I’m all alone and reall
y hot.” When she greets me at her door, she is wearing a black knit dress that really shows off her curves, and I develop a hard-on before I can even get inside. We drink some wine and smoke a joint. She is wearing very red lipstick, and her nails are painted the same color.
Then she remarks about the bulge in my jeans, “Oh, isn’t that big fellow too cramped in there?” She unzips my fly and pulls out my swollen cock. “Yum-yum,” she says, and licks her lips hungrily. She puts her mouth around my cock and begins to lick and suck it sensuously, up and down. I moan in ecstasy as she lovingly keeps blowing me until I come. She takes as much of my hot sperm in her mouth as she can without swallowing. Then she kisses me and delivers my sperm into my mouth, and our tongues play with the salty juice. We break away and I lie down on the floor, smiling up at her. I say, “Oh, baby, that was good. I’d like to return the favor.”
Grace straddles my face and says, “I thought you’d never ask.” She isn’t wearing any panties, of course, and she lowers her wet snatch to my lips. I can smell her musky bush as she is coming down, and I get another hard-on.
At last, I am sucking on her swollen pussy lips, tasting the sweetness. She is moaning and rocking back and forth on my face as my tongue licks up her sweet spillage. She mashes her cunt down on my face, and I lick faster, trying not to nip her with my teeth. She squeezes my face between her warm, soft thighs. Soon I know she is coming, so I suck harder. I feel warm juices running down the sides of my face, and she is rocking wildly in orgasm. “Shit,” she says as she collapses forward, her pussy draining all over my face.
As the night passes, we continue sucking and fucking each other until we are thoroughly exhausted. Then we fall asleep on the wet sheets.—L.M., Cleveland, Ohio
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