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First eBook Edition: January 1996
IT'S SEXY. AND IT'S SIMPLE.
They talk. You listen. And every great talker loves a great listener. Now, in new letters that leave a scorched trail through the U.S. postal system,
readers have a lot more to tell about their latest, sexiest escapades. And their intimate encounters and orgiastic revels are more sizzling than ever. Believe your ears. ‘Cause you ain't heard nothin’ yet. Party with teasers and peepers, lovers into heterosex and multisex, the dominated and the dominators—taking you all the way from the first shiver of foreplay to the fireworks finale.
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE VI
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Letters to Penthouse XXI
Letters to Penthouse I
Letters to Penthouse XXII
Letters to Penthouse II
Letters to Penthouse XXIII
Letters to Penthouse III
Letters to Penthouse XXIV
Letters to Penthouse IV
Letters to Penthouse XXV
Letters to Penthouse V
Letters to Penthouse XXVI
Letters to Penthouse VI
Letters to Penthouse XXVII
Letters to Penthouse VII
Letters to Penthouse XXVIII
Letters to Penthouse VIII
Letters to Penthouse XXIX
Letters to Penthouse IX
Penthouse Uncensored I
Letters to Penthouse X
Penthouse Uncensored II
Letters to Penthouse XI
Penthouse Uncensored III
Letters to Penthouse XII
Penthouse Uncensored IV
Letters to Penthouse XIII
Penthouse Uncensored V
Letters to Penthouse XIV
Letters to Penthouse XV
26 Nights: A Sexual Adventure
Letters to Penthouse XVI
Penthouse: Naughty by Nature
Letters to Penthouse XVII
Penthouse: Between the Sheets
Letters to Penthouse XVIII
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MORNING MINGLING PROVES SWEETER THAN THE MIDNIGHT LOVING MISSED
It was a cold, cold day, and the bed was so warm. I pulled the covers more tightly under my chin as I rolled over to snuggle into Margie's back. Her long, strawberry-blonde hair gently covered my face and tickled my nose. It smelled of springtime and sunshine. Her skin was soft and hot, like a hug in the shower. A little sigh escaped from Margie's lips as I pressed my morning hard-on into the crack of her ass. She wiggled her hips and arched her backside against me slightly. She always did enjoy a little appreciation for her ass, even in her sleep.
We slept nude. It was a Saturday morning. The previous night had been one of our rare party nights. Hours of drinking with good friends and dancing to good music had given us both a healthy desire for the opposite sex. The plan was to crawl into bed for a night of screaming, barking, shake-the-headboard, scare-the-cats, call-the-fire-department, knock-the-lamps-over sex.
Two friends offered to drive us home in their van. The ride had been full of sweaty teasing. Margie had slipped her panties off earlier, to tease me while we danced a long, groping slow dance. In the darkened back of the van I had employed two fingers to explore her pussy's most sensitive spots while she stroked my cock through my jeans. In time, Margie even put her head in my lap, telling our friends she was sleepy. She pulled my zipper down, ever so quietly, and licked my swollen dickhead as a kitten licks cream.
We sat on a blanket and kept quiet so as not to arouse anyone's suspicion. The thrill of sneaking around was reminiscent of making out on her parents' couch after a late date. When my fingers quickened their rhythmic pumping in and out of her pussy, Margie muffled her little whimpers by taking as much of my prick down her throat as she could. She pulled it out to grin at me and lick her lips when I bucked my hips.
“You little wench!” I hissed into her ear.
“I like to tease,” Margie giggled. She laughed out loud when I humped my hips up toward her mouth. When she turned her head, my cockhead only managed to touch her ear. My fingers were tangled in her hair as we kissed passionately. All this movement finally drew the notice of our friends, who joked and teased and generally put a stop to our fun.
At the house our two friends, another couple, stayed to talk and drink some more. After an hour Margie disappeared, only to return in a short, red satin robe that did nothing to hide the fact that she was naked underneath. For some reason, no one got the hint until I suggested that our friends stay the night in the spare room.
I took them up to get them settled. The door had barely closed before the bed began its telltale squeaking. When I returned to the kitchen, it was clear the night had finally taken its toll. Margie was asleep, her head on the table. I carried her into bed and settled beside her for a long night of frustrated dreams.
Apparently her dreams were just as hot as mine. As I lazily floated back toward consciousness in the morning, the strong scent of Margie's pussy juice filled my senses. My hand slid along the curve of her waist and across her belly. Hugging her tightly, I slid my hard-on up and down her ass-cheeks in fast thrusts. My cock jerked and throbbed with every brush against her sweet crack. If it hadn't been morning, I would have come right then and there.
Margie moaned quietly, and her legs reflexively spread apart a little bit. My hand went gliding over the rise of her hips and down to her wet, slippery cunt. It was smooth and hot, soft, quivering and very wet. Two of my fingers drove deeply into her with one smooth thrust. Once they were in as far as I could reach, they ran in little circles around and around that little rough spot in her pussy just behind the clit. Margie's moans turned to whimpers as I rotated my wrist and circled my fingers around the smooth walls of her vagina.
“Yes, yes, yes,” was all she said when I replaced those probing fingers with my cock. Lying on my side, entering her from behind, my chest against her back, my pole only reached about halfway in. Margie responded after a few thrusts by wiggling her ass and pressing it hard against me. Then she rolled over onto her belly. I stayed with her, ramming my cock as deeply inside her as I could. She grabbed the headboard with both hands, raised herself onto her knees and pushed against every thrust with her whole body.
I grabbed her hip with my right hand, tangled my left hand in her hair and eased her onto my prick. Her back arched like a panther's. She growled deeply in her throat to complete the image of a cat in ecstasy. I pumped and pumped, deeper and harder with every move. She matched me stroke for stroke. We were sweating profusely. The sun had become noticeably brighter and higher in the sky while we fucked. I had never lasted so long in this position, and began snorting and bellowing like an animal myself. Just as the pressure in my balls built too high to hold back, Margie lay flat on her belly, then rolled over onto her back.
I lay on her belly and reached underneath to grab both ass-cheeks while I licked her right nipple. Margie screamed and bucked like a woman gone mad when she came. I kept my cock buried as deeply in her pussy as I could, and held on. Margie's pussy grabbed and sucked on my cock. The feeling drove me wild. I leaned back and grabbed her legs. She spread them as wide as they would go, and I rammed and slammed until I couldn't hold back. I bellowed and hollered.
“I love to feel you come,” Margie cooed as I lay on the bed panting and trying to come back to reality. “Want to join me in the shower?” she added.
I was still breathing hard and gasping weakly, but was not about to give up a chance to shower with this beauty. “Sure,” I said, trying to sound recovered.
In the shower, we soaped each other up. Margie paid close attention to my balls, which I keep clean-shaven for her. She says it's sexy to lick and suck them that way. This time she wasted no time getting down on her knees to enjoy them.
It took maybe two licks, combined with the sight of her kneeling in front of me, to get my prick back up to its full size. Margie swallowed the whole shaft in one move. I fell back against the wall as she bobbed up and down on my staff. She moaned almost as much as I, showing how much she was enjoying this. Just as she felt my balls tighten up to blow a load down her throat, Margie stood up and giggled. Turning around, she asked me to wash her hair.
Naturally I was frustrated, but comforted myself with the idea that I could once more rub my turgid cock along her ass and at the same time have both hands full of Margie's glorious hair. I washed and rinsed and rubbed and bucked, and whispered into her ear how hot she made me. Margie pushed back against my cock, arched her back, wiggled and giggled. Finally, when we were both clean and I expected her to turn off the water, she looked over her shoulder and asked if I could come for her again. “Oh, yes!” I replied.
She braced one hand on the wall, bent well over and reached between her legs to grab my cock and rub it against her pussy. “Do it, baby!” she yelled. I grabbed both hips and thrust. Under the hot spray we humped and pumped, until I exploded deep inside her. Margie held still and gripped my cock with her pussy until it softened and popped out. She turned to kiss me good morning, adding, “Let's spend the day in bed.”
How could I say no?—
L.A., Memphis, Tennessee
TWO WOMEN, A MAN, A BEAUTIFUL HOUSE, A WORK OF ART
It was one of those rare days in Southern California. Rather than bright sunlight and cool ocean breezes, cold winds raised white, gauzy draperies of mist. Rain gently pattered down on the waxy leaves outside the window.
Lying next to me was my wife Marlene, whom I'd married just twelve months earlier. Ever amazed by her glossy black hair, and its tendency to relax into a flowing pattern that mimicked the smooth, soft contours of her slender body, I sat staring at her great, dark curls. From time to time I glanced into her jet-black eyes. Entranced by the soft shadows the dim light was pushing across the ceiling, Marlene languidly followed them with her glance as they shifted shape.
She didn't notice that I had awakened, which gave me time to gaze downward, enjoying the complete picture. The blue satin sheet clung to her naked body as though it were a second skin. Those magnificent breasts, which I had spent countless hours appreciating in my mind as well as with my lips and hands, could never be copied by a sculptor. Her thin, high waist seemed to point like an arrow toward the flare of her hips and the treasure that lay between them. From that juncture sprang two of the most beautiful legs ever seen. It was those legs that made me give up trying to paint the human figure, for no brush could ever capture her smooth, flawless skin. Thighs like a bowl of cream, calves with curves that should shame the designers of exotic cars, and sexy, thin ankles, completed the picture.
Then she turned that goddess's face, and with the softest smile on her lush lips, said, “Do you want eggs for breakfast?”