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Contents
WHAT DO WOMEN WANT?
To the age-old question,
Penthouse
has the answer: Great sex—lots of it—in every variation! Here, in these pages, you’ll meet women of all ages and from all walks of life, with one thing in common. They’re all open to erotic exploration with its infinite possibilities, whether it’s having sex on the job, flaunting their charms in public, delighting in dreams and fantasy, yielding to the allure of the fetish, or finding passion with another female. It’s girl talk at its most revealing, fabulously uninhibited and totally uncensored!
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
PENTHOUSE UNCENSORED
PENTHOUSE UNCENSORED II
26 NIGHTS: A SEXUAL ADVENTURE
PENTHOUSE: BETWEEN THE SHEETS
By Rachel Stokoe Senior Editor,
Penthouse
on-line
“So, are they real?”
It is the question I am asked most consistently as senior editor of
Penthouse
on-line.
What is it about the Forum Letters that have such a pull on our collective imagination? They were an instant phenomenon after first appearing on the pages of
Penthouse
over thirty years ago. It was the first time a well-respected, mainstream publication gave readers the opportunity to write freely and candidly about their sex lives.
Now, these letters are part of our public lexicon. Indeed, their popularity shows no sign of abating. Every month
Penthouse
magazine and its web site are flooded with letters, all brimming with exciting encounters. No other magazine has had so many people willing to share their most intimate moments with an international audience.
For me, the most rewarding aspect of reading through the letters we receive is seeing how many come from other women. More so than men, women feel the weight of societal taboos surrounding sexuality, and are often too shy to share our private moments with even the closest of friends. Each letter teaches me something about the woman who wrote it, and about myself. They are unfettered explorations of passion, free and honest discussions that are so sorely missing in our everyday interactions.
The letters here represent the wide range of women who write. These women are from all walks of life and are all ages. Each account is colored by the writer’s individuality: Each captivates us with a face, and an identity. The one thing they all have in common is an erotic openness.
Their recounts run the gamut, and reveal just what women get up to behind closed doors (or even out in public!). From one’s first time to one’s sexual reawakening years later, from threesomes to lesbian encounters, from illicit meetings to wedding nights, these confessions reveal just how all-encompassing female sexuality is. Each describes a life-transforming moment, when passion and reality collide, when a sexual tingle becomes earth-shattering.
Freud famously posed the question: “What does a woman want?” The stories collected here are clearly marked by the feminine voice, and offer readers a window into the female psyche, completely uncensored by external pressures. The women, in the security of the anonymity, lay bare more about their lusts and appetites than they would to a therapist. And, if their rendezvous are any indication, a woman’s wants are not so dissimilar to a man’s.
Penthouse
Forum is truly a celebration of sexuality. The letters it contains represent that magical moment when fantasy becomes reality. These letters focus on the feminine perspective. For women, they provide a context within which to place their own experiences. For men, they give a rare glimpse of women’s most private moments. For both, they offer the thrill and delight that is
Penthouse
Forum.
Love Thy Neighbor
I
his year being my first away from home, I never imagined moving into an apartment building near someone like Donald. As soon as I saw him, I could feel my animal-like desire pushing toward the surface. Several days later, I saw him again, and I knew I couldn’t hold back. I wanted to uncover the bulge that I had been dreaming about.
I felt my pussy tingling with excitement and wanted to have his cock pounding deep inside me. My imagination was driving me wild. I was getting wetter and wetter, thinking about his throbbing unit fucking me like an animal. We went out that night, but it ended with only a little childish foreplay. I needed more than that. I needed to be fucked—fucked like a beast.
About a month into our relationship, we began talking about anal sex, which I found repulsive and inhuman. But if he wanted to try it, I would do it for his pleasure. I wanted him in me, but needed to be teased. My nipples were rock-hard, and he wasn’t gonna let that stop. He licked, nibbled, and sucked until my cunt was begging him to touch it. He roughly threw me on my back and put his hard cock directly on my slit, driving me almost to an orgasm. Rotating his hips and stimulating my clit, he caused me to quiver with excitement. I needed him in me. Finally, he drove the head, then the shaft, deeper and deeper inside me. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, which was wanting some attention, also. Almost instantly, I had an orgasm, thrusting and rotating.
I stopped and threw him on his back. Now I was in control. I placed the head of his rock-hard dick into my dripping cunt, teasing him until I could no longer stand it. I pounded away until I felt the intense quiver of an orgasm coming on. My pussy cried out for more, but I still craved the dual teasing that kept us both enthralled. I stopped and began rotating my hips until I felt his dick on my G-spot. I needed to feed my hungry pussy with his cock, but I didn’t want to be selfish. My mind wandered to our earlier conversation on anal sex.
I needed to make him happy, drive him crazy. I removed his hot throbbing rod and gently placed it next to my ass. Teasing him, I spread my cheeks apart and put the tip of his dick in. Getting excited, I slowly eased down, yelping with pleasure and excitement. Donald didn’t know what to think. Feeling him throbbing inside my ass made my pussy drip. I wanted him in both holes at once. Thankfully, he began fingering my clit, which caused an almost spontaneous orgasm. I bounced wildly on his dick, carefully watching every expression on his face. Closing his eyes, he moaned louder and louder, causing me to come again. This time was more intense than any other.
We showered and cleaned up. I still needed him in my pussy, and I knew that he wanted it there. I placed his luscious prick in my hot, wet cunt. He came almost immediately, as did I. Our bodies cried for each other. Since that night, we haven’t tried it again, but my mind is constantly next door, in his room, wondering if we ever will. God, I hope so.
—J. I., Illinois
Movin’ In
I am a college student, and last year a few friends and I decided to rent a house together. I arrived at the house a few weeks before school began, expecting to be the first there, so that I could move in more easily. To my surprise, I found one of my roommates, Peter, already there. After he helped me carry my boxes into the house, he gave me the grand tour. We noticed that parts of the house needed some new paint, so we decided not to waste any time.
On the way to the hardware store, he couldn’t stop staring at my 38D breasts, and I couldn’t help but notice the large bulge growing in his cutoffs. Just watching him change the gears was making me wetter by the second. By the time we got back to the house, I was so horny I was about to burst. But I didn’t think I should start off my relationship with my new room-mate with sex.
I went to my bedroom and changed into a baggy white T-shirt and cutoffs. When I got back to the living room, Peter had already covered the floor with news papers and begun to paint. I admired his beautiful, muscular back, but I knew I had to control myself so I picked up a paint brush and began on the opposite wall.
After a few minutes, I felt his strong hands from behind me, sliding around my hips and up my shirt. By the time he found my breasts, my nipples were already rock-hard, so he let his hands roam down into my shorts where he found my dripping-wet pussy. He slid his finger into my warm slit, and the instant he touched my clitoris I exploded in orgasm and drenched his hand.
He turned me around and pressed me up against the wall (into wet paint), where he gave me the hardest kiss I had ever had. Then he pulled off my shirt and sucked my nipples until my pussy began to ache for his hard cock. He slowly moved down, dropped my shorts to the floor, and began flicking his masterful tongue in and out of my pulsating cunt until I came again.
Then he stood up and dropped his shorts to reveal his beautifully engorged member. He pressed my hands against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around him so that he could slide his dick into my waiting pussy. His hard, deep thrusts were almost more than I could handle, but kept me wanting more. We fell to the floor and fucked on the newspapers, in more positions than I ever knew existed. Each position we tried seemed to allow his rod to go farther and farther inside me until it felt like one continuous, euphoric orgasm. When he finally reached his plateau of ecstasy and exploded inside me, we were both so exhausted we just lay in the pool of spilled paint, sweat, and mingling love juices.
Later we took a long, relaxing bath together and fell asleep in each other’s arms. All I could dream about was painting the bedrooms the next day.
—A. P., Alabama
Feels Like the First Time
The first time I made love was about two years ago, when I was twenty-two. One of the guys who took the same bus to college as I did was looking at me. One day I smiled back, and his face went all red. He was sitting to the rear of me; but when the bus reached our stop, I just sat there and let him walk past me. He was holding his books in his lap, and I could see that he was trying to hide a real bulge in his pants. My physical reaction was odd. My forehead got warm and my pubic region got quite wet. It gave me quite a bit to think about. As soon as I got into the building, I went to the ladies’ room and had to wipe the moisture. The guy’s name was Darryl. Later, one of my girlfriends told me he was asking about me.
I play tennis. I really love the game. The next day he showed up at the courts and asked me to play with him. After the game he had to go home. This was a Friday night. Early Saturday, he phoned me and asked me if I’d come to his house for a swim. It turns out his parents are loaded, and they had left for the weekend. Of course, he didn’t tell me that.
At about two in the afternoon I arrived at his house. When he opened the door, he was wearing racing-type swimming trunks. You know, the skintight type. Well, you could see
everything
. And when he turned around, he had the cutest butt I had ever seen. Well, I went wet again and had to go to the bathroom. While I was in there, I changed into my bathing suit. When I came out, he had opened a bottle of champagne. I tasted it; it was good. About halfway through the bottle, we went to the pool and sat on the steps in the shallow end. He kissed me on the lips, then tried to put his tongue in my mouth. After three tries, I let him. I looked down at his swimsuit, and saw that he had a very big hard-on. My body temperature must have jumped twenty degrees. I was shocked at myself, because I wanted desperately to put my hands down in his trunks. But I resisted.
