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Letters to Penthouse IV

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


  Cindy’s frequent visits have since broadened my sexual horizons, which just goes to prove: “It’s not how long your rope is, it’s how you dangle your knot.”—Name and address withheld

  IS THERE ANY BETTER GRADUATION EXERCISE?

  As a recent graduate of a small, high-powered technical institute in Pasadena, at which the male (mostly nerd) to female (mostly dog) ratio is about ten to one, my list of sexual exploits is not particularly long or exotic. However, one incident, which occurred the night before my commencement, is worthy of your magazine.

  Following the graduation dinner that evening, I was talking to some friends when a classmate, Angie, and her friend, Shelly, came over and invited me to share a bottle of champagne with them in Angle’s dorm room. Not being one to turn down a good drink—or the possibility of tastier delights—I said I’d join them after I finished my conversation.

  By the time I arrived at Angie’s room, the two girls had already finished one bottle and were just opening the second. Several nerds had also joined the party; so I dropped into a comfortable chair and slowly drank champagne while we all talked and listened to music. Angie and Shelly repeatedly commented that I wasn’t drinking fast enough, which made me wonder if something was up. I decided to test this hypothesis by drinking even more slowly.

  Before long, Shelly proclaimed that as an incentive for me to drink more, she would kiss me every time I took a sip. Shelly is a pretty fine-looking lady, especially from the waist up, and I’m sure many guys around campus have fantasized about her, so I decided to take the offer. Several sips and kisses later, one of the nerds announced that he had noticed a correlation between the sip size and the length of the kiss, and he asked what I’d get if I drank a whole glass. Shelly replied that I’d get “a really good kiss.” After I downed a full glass, Shelly and I fell back in a long, deep French kiss.

  At this point, the action got too hot for the nerds and they all ran off, except for one who hung around, hoping to get in on the action. Shelly kindly gave him a few consolation kisses and sent him on his way. Then she went to find Angie, who had wandered off down the hall.

  When they returned, they locked the door. Things started to happen rather quickly as the two girls literally attacked me. One ripped at my shirt while the other fumbled with my pants. Both had undressed with lightning speed. They were nude and my pants were around my ankles before I could suggest that we move from Angie’s room to my off-campus apartment, which would be much more private.

  We got dressed again and drove to my apartment. As soon as we were inside and the door was shut, the girls stripped and climbed into bed. They made love to each other while I undressed and got drinks. I’ve got to admit that I was pretty turned on from watching them and from listening to them moan about how much they loved each other. Eventually, I joined them and made it a threesome. It was the first threesome for both me and Angie. Shelly had previously been to bed with two guys at once, so she sort of directed the action.

  The girls decided that I should lie back and let them do the work. Angie straddled my throbbing cock and rode us both to orgasm while Shelly worked on my upper body and rubbed her beautiful tits in my face. Later, Shelly lowered her hot, dripping pussy onto my face and I sucked and nibbled her into delirium. Her come flowed down over my face as she screamed her way to a powerful orgasm. While this was going on, Angie was busy sucking on my cock.

  As the night progressed, we tried many other positions. I never did get to fuck Shelly, because she had forgotten her diaphragm and did not trust condoms, explaining that she had had a bad experience with them in the past. Nonetheless, it was a fantastic night. The three of us continued our lovemaking until early the next morning, when the girls left to shower and dress for commencement. I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until late in the afternoon, well after the ceremony had ended.—A.F., Pasadena, Calif.

  “UNDERFUCKED” GIRL DOES SOME HEAVY CATCHING UP

  Well, I never thought I would be writing you guys a letter. Like most readers, I’ve had my doubts about some of the letters you publish. However, after last night, I have no more doubts.

  Having just moved to the central California coast from San Diego, I was looking forward to starting a new semester. However, I was not looking forward to not knowing anyone. My first class was music appreciation. When I arrived, I was a little surprised to see it so full. In fact, there were only two vacant seats in the class. I sat in one and put my motorcycle helmet in the other. About five minutes later, I heard a voice say, “Is that seat taken?” I looked up and damn near creamed my jeans. Not more than a foot away was a gorgeous blonde with nice, full tits and a body that would more than do justice to your fine magazine. Anyway, Nancy sat down, and we started talking. Conversation went from school to parents, drugs, and the like. When class was over, we both had a free hour, so I suggested a cup of coffee. She agreed, and we started walking over to the dining area. I am nuts about blondes, and Nancy even had blond eyelashes! I was going nuts while I was trying to imagine what her pussy looked like.

  Maybe I should pause to describe myself. I’m five feet ten inches, weigh one hundred sixty pounds, and have dark brown hair and green eyes. Actually, I’m fairly average-looking. One thing tile girls all say, however, is that my eyes are a turn-on, so I guess they are my best feature. I’m saying all this to show that I don’t have a huge, muscular body like some of the men I’ve read of in Penthouse Letters.

  Nancy and I sat and rapped about everything. When the conversation switched to sex, I found out that she had only had one boyfriend, and when they had finally fucked and Nancy lost her cherry, the dude had dropped her. She impressed me as open and honest, so I asked her what she did when she got horny. She smiled and asked me what I did. ’Nuff said, right? Anyway, Nancy jumped up and said she had to go to class. When she stood up, she knocked a book off the table. I bent down to get it and collided with those luscious tits as I came back up, for Nancy had bent over me. My view afforded me a great look at her tits, and I was happy to see that she made no effort to move. We just laughed, and then she split. As she wafted away, I got real horny watching her. The sunlight coining through the doors gave me a great view of her legs through her dress.

  Soon classes were over, and I was headed for the parking lot when I noticed Nancy at the pay telephone. I asked her if anything was wrong, and she said her car was fucked up. Being the gallant gentleman that I am, I offered her a lift on my bike, which she accepted. When she got on, her dress crept up to her thighs, and the sight of that gave me an instant hard-on. I caught Nancy looking at it, but she didn’t say anything.

  When we got to her apartment, she invited me up for a joint and some lines. While I rolled a joint, Nancy went to the bathroom. When she came out, we did the coke and lit the joint. Man, was I high! When we finished the joint, Nancy leaned against me and thanked me for the ride. I responded by putting my arm around her and kissing the back of her neck. She quickly turned around and gave me a deep French kiss, while one hand rested on my crotch. I cupped one of her tits with one hand and unzipped her dress with the other. I could feel her nipple harden under my touch. I quickly undressed and led Nancy back to the bedroom. We fell on her bed in an embrace. I kissed and nibbled her tits until they were at full attention. I was a little surprised to see that they remained perfectly upright and firm, with those delicious quarter-size nipples all erect. Nancy was moaning from the workout I was giving her and she begged me to fuck her, but I had a few other ideas in mind, first.

  When I was through with her tits, I slowly kissed my way down her flat tummy to her panties. They were soaked, and there was a huge, dark stain on the blue silk. I jokingly said that she didn’t get to the head in time. She said between gasps that it had been that way ever since she was on my bike. I kissed and licked the edge of her panties and slowly pulled them off. By now, Nancy was a wildcat. I blew on her pussy, very happy to see soft, blond pussy hair. It was the color of wheat, and was she wet! She said, “My God, are y
ou going to put your tongue in there?” I guess her last boyfriend, when he got past the grope sessions, didn’t do a whole lot with her besides fucking her that once. I smiled and shot my tongue deep inside, sucking on the lips. Nancy arched her back and screamed with pleasure when I nibbled her clit. She came in waves, and I flipped her over and went to work on her ass, watching that puckered little hole contract as I ran my tongue from her pussy right up her crack. She was almost delirious, having climaxed five or six times. I rolled her back over, and slowly entered her. I’m no John C. Holmes, but my six and one-half inches seemed like enough. One thing, when I’m high, I can fuck forever. For an underfucked chick like Nancy, I thought, she sure was enjoying herself. After about fifteen minutes, I could tell she was starting to come again, so I began to really pump. Just as I started to shoot, Nancy started bucking and damn near threw me off the bed. Then she grabbed my ass and pulled my cock in even farther, until we were both spent. I lay down on top of her, and we kissed, then fell asleep, my prick still in her.

  This morning was even better. Nancy’s learning how to give head, and I am one patient teacher! One thing, though. I asked her what it was that had attracted her to me. She said my eyes really turned her on. Thank God for green eyes!—Name and address withheld

  SEXY BLOND’S RESPONSE WARMS THE COCKLES OF SURVEYOR’S COCK

  The other day I was going door-to-door with a questionnaire issued by the company I work for. Since my girlfriend had long been out on the West Coast attending college, my mind was on sex. I got hotter and hotter each time a sexy woman invited me into her mid-Manhattan apartment after I requested her participation. Several times I was tempted to make advances, but I kept reminding myself that I had shown my ID card and I’d be risking being reported to the company.

  It was near the end of a long, hot afternoon, and I knocked on yet another door, although I didn’t know at the time that it would be the final one. I heard footsteps approaching the door, the peephole cover being lifted and the chain lock being removed. I thought it was unusual that the occupant didn’t ask who I was, since I’d heard that there had been a lot of crime in that neighborhood recently. The door opened slowly, revealing a tall, sumptuous blond. At first, only her seductive face showed, but as she looked me up and down a smile slowly came to her face and she drew the door back more. My cock almost popped out of my pants. She was wearing a short, black lace negligee with a plunging neckline. I almost went cross-eyed as I followed it to two huge and beautifully shaped tits. Her skin was snow-white, and the black lace made her look tantalizing. I was so fascinated with her gorgeous breasts that I almost didn’t see her black garter belt and black stockings. I was ready to come in my pants when, without a word, she motioned me into her apartment. I gulped, walked in and sat down on the couch.

  She locked the door, walked very slowly to the couch and sat down next to me. When she asked how she could help me, I nervously explained that I wanted to interview her. She said warmly, “Go right ahead.” I began asking questions, which she answered with a brief yes or no.

  After about the tenth question she began to run her hand through my hair very slowly. When I looked over at her, she was licking her lips. I simply had no choice. I put down the clipboard, dropped the pen and put my arms around her. She fell backward, pulling me on top of her. As we French-kissed I ran my hands up under her negligee and kneaded her beautiful breasts. She moaned with pleasure but pushed me off her and began to undress me. As she did, I ran my hands along her long, shapely legs. When I was completely naked, I took off her negligee but left the garter belt and stockings on. (Garter belts have always driven me wild.) We lay on our sides and kissed again as she stroked my throbbing cock and grabbed its head. Then she slid down to it, pushing me onto my back. She began to lick the insides of my thighs with her tongue, slowly working her way up to my balls. She flicked her tongue against one and then the other. Then she sucked one into her mouth, pulling the shaft up against her face. Next, she released my ball and lifted her face up, licking the shaft as she went. I was ready to explode all over her, but she refused to let me come yet. She licked all around the shaft of my dick while her hand played with my balls.

  After a few enticing minutes of this, she slid up again and said, “Now you.” I knew what she meant, so I slid down to take a look at her beautiful blond bush. I spread her legs and licked my way up her warm thighs as wetly as I could manage. When I got up to her cunt, I spread the lips wide with my thumbs while I cupped her tight ass with my other fingers. I quickly drove my tongue into her. Then I flicked it over her clit until she came in an explosive orgasm. Before she had time to recover I slid up on top of her, driving my aching cock into her wet pussy. She moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around my back, sliding her feet up and down my ass. Minutes later I came in a tremendous rush, and I set off another intense orgasm in her.

  We continued to fuck, suck and lick each other merrily throughout the night. I didn’t finish my quota of questionnaires that day, but I got the answer I wanted.—Name and address withheld

  AQUATIC STRIPTEASE WINS HIM FLOATING FUCK WITH WIFE’S FRIEND

  One hot Sunday afternoon I was swimming in my backyard pool while my wife, Amy, was in the house, chatting with her best friend, Denise. After a while I came in. When the women saw me in my tight trunks, Amy took off her shirt, revealing her stunning figure clad only in a bikini that showed most of her tits. I’m a breast man, so in no time at all my trunks showed quite a bulge.

  Denise was quite impressed. She remarked, “You must be pretty well hung.” Then she said to Amy, “Mind if I check him out?” Since my wife and I have always been proud of my meat, she agreed enthusiastically.

  I instantly pulled my suit down under my cock and balls. Denise came over, fondled them and commented, “Mmmm, you’ve really got nice equipment.” Then she went over and whispered softly in Amy’s ear.

  When she finished, Amy said, “Sure, go right ahead.”

  Denise then returned to me, put her hands on my chest and said, “Now you just stay right there and I’ll be right back.” With my cock hard enough to drill through a wall, I waited for Denise. Two minutes later, she came back, clad only in pink bikini underwear. “First,” she said, “let’s get rid of this battling suit.” Then she pulled my trunks off, blindfolded me and told me her plan: “We’re going to go into the pool together, and the object of our game is for you, blindfolded, to remove my underwear. Once you’ve done that, we’re gonna fuck right in the pool! Now how are you going to know where I am? Only one way; I will be holding your cock at all times!”

  Then she led me, by the cock, outside in front of the pool. Amy followed, slapping me playfully on the ass, and chortled, “Good luck, stud!”

  Denise reached around with her left hand, clutched my balls and said, “Oh, I’m sure he’ll do just fine!”

  Denise took her left hand off my cock but kept her right one wrapped tightly around it. Then she declared, “At the count of three, we’ll jump in. Ready? One, two, three, jump!” The game really wasn’t hard at all, and in no time I had stripped her bare. She removed the blindfold, and we grabbed each other and fucked wildly in the pool. It was so good that we easily could have won a pool-sex championship! Best of all, during our little game, these two beautiful dominatrices gave me nothing to fear, only breathless excitement and anticipation. That’s what made it all the more fun. When I’m being dominated, I want love and I get it. That’s why I love Amy so much. She knows how to lay it on me right, even in sharing me. That’s a marriage that shouldn’t be changed!—P.H., Sacramento, Calif.

  THE SEX IS UNBELIEVABLE … AND EVERY WORD IS TRUE!

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