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  Contents

  WHISPERS OF SIN

  OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES:

  TRUE CONFESSIONS

  THE PERFECT POSE

  FOUR GIRLS NO WAITING

  EMERGENCY SEX PATROL

  A NEW WILDLIFE SPECIES

  THE SEX CONSULTANT

  THE BOX

  RACQUETBALL ROULETTE

  CONDO CARNALITY

  THE SUPER SEXY SUPERINTENDENT

  YOU’VE GOT MALE

  CHANGING HER LUCK

  EDUCATING ERIC

  OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS

  NO MORE MR. NICE GUY

  IT’S A WONDERFUL WIFE

  PASSING LOVE ON

  KISS ME, CURE ME

  PARADISE GAINED

  POLICEMAN’S BALL

  THE LUST

  APRIL IN WONDERLAND

  APRIL GOES DEEPER

  REALLY BIG BROTHER

  BREAKING IN THE HORSE

  TAMMY’S NEW TITTIES

  ON COMPANY TIME

  WHISPERS OF SIN

  Readers of Penthouse magazine have been very, very bad. And they’re eager to tell you all about it. From cross-dressing adventures to wicked affairs to a first-time gangbang, from mate swapping to private peep shows to full-tilt orgies, you’ll enter a forbidden world of girls and guys gone wild. This is an eye-popping, mind-blowing realm of sordid affairs and delectable dalliances in which anything goes, whether at home, in the motel, or at the gym. Just turn the pages to indulge in the deliciously taboo—and learn how being bad can be so very, very good.

  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

  Letters to Penthouse XV

  Letters to Penthouse XVI

  Letters to Penthouse XVII

  Letters to Penthouse XVIII

  Letters to Penthouse XIX

  Letters to Penthouse XX

  Letters to Penthouse XXI

  Letters to Penthouse XXII

  Penthouse Uncensored I

  Penthouse Uncensored II

  Penthouse Uncensored III

  Penthouse Uncensored IV

  Penthouse Uncensored V

  Penthouse Variations

  26 Nights: A Sexual Adventure

  Penthouse: Naughty by Nature

  Penthouse: Between the Sheets

  Penthouse Erotic Video Guide

  TRUE CONFESSIONS

  Confess—to acknowledge, admit. Confessing one’s sexual debauchery is a very popular subject. Many wish to share their erotic encounters with you, their loved ones, their one-night stands and they chose our pages in which to do just that. To this we say, thank you! When someone is ready to reveal a secret we wait with bated breath and our hearts beat just a bit harder. The anticipation builds and lo and behold! they spew forth the hidden trinkets they had been guarding for so long. Our writers have managed to put to paper their sordid affairs and share with us their dalliances that have landed them in this collection of True Confessions.

  As you read this you may reflect upon a confession that you may have buried deep inside or one you visit regularly. Think of the excitement you feel as you remember the how, why, when, where and of course the “who” you shared it with. Have you shared it? Can you share it? Perhaps in these pages you’ll reminisce or maybe you’ll find an encounter you hope to one day pursue. Whatever the case we know you’ll enjoy this cornucopia of carnal delights.

  — Kathy Cavanaugh,

  Senior Managing Editor,

  Penthouse Letters

  THE PERFECT POSE

  At first I felt kind of embarrassed looking at the pictures from my best friend’s recent photo shoot. She was semi-nude in most of them and totally nude in the others. But as I flipped through, I noticed that the photographs were beautifully done. Julie looked ten years younger in them, and she had a soft, warm glow about her. She said that she had gotten them as a surprise for her husband—and it had worked. Julie said that she thought I should make an appointment to have a portfolio done of myself. She said that it would give me more confidence. I complimented her on her bravery but confessed that I didn’t think I had the nerve to pose nude in front of a stranger. I had gained weight after being married, but since my divorce I had gotten down to a size eight. Although I was proud of my accomplishment, I was still quite shy about my body. So shy in fact, that I had not dated in almost seven years.

  “I don’t think you really see yourself,” Julie suggested. “Pictures like this would let you see how others see you. You’re really gorgeous but you just don’t know it.” Then she told me how the photographer had made her feel comfortable about herself in a way that made her forget she didn’t have any clothes on. She went on about how relaxing the session had been and how much fun it was. “If you get there and you find you’re uncomfortable, you can leave,” she told me. “Nothing is written in stone.” She placed a business card in my hand and said, “Call. You’ll never regret it.”

  The next day, after lots of thought, I made the appointment. The male voice on the other end of the phone was deep and mellow with a hint of amusement in it. He introduced himself as Gary and I could almost see him smiling as he talked. His soothing voice made me feel more comfortable. He explained that he was answering the phone himself because his receptionist was out on maternity leave. I made an appointment for that Saturday at three o’clock. Gary suggested I bring several outfits, at least three of which were to be lingerie.

  I had butterflies in my stomach all week thinking about my photo session, and almost backed out several times only to have Julie talk me into it again. She helped me choose some outfits and even brought a few of her own clothes over for me to borrow.

  I arrived at the studio ten minutes early, eager to get it over with. A woman was sitting in the outer office with a suitcase placed at her feet. Several outfits on hangers lay across the chair beside her. I took the chair across from her and laid my things on an empty seat. We smiled at each other. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and looked around. There was a receptionist’s desk against one wall near a door which, I assumed, opened into the photography studio. The walls were covered with pictures, obviously of former customers. All of them looked like movie stars.

  I was trying to imagine how Gary was going to make me look as good as the others when the woman across from me spoke. “You look nervous,” she smiled. “This must be your first time.”

  “Yes it is,” I confessed. “Have you done this before?”

  “Lots o
f times,” she said. “My friend and I come here whenever we get the notion to pamper ourselves. In fact, she’s back there now. Gary always makes you feel beautiful.”

  Just then the door opened and another woman came out carrying some clothing and a makeup case. Seeing me she said, “Gary said to tell whoever was out here he’d be right out. He has to reload his camera and get the set ready.”

  The two women left. Finding myself alone now, I got even more nervous. I stood up and started to pace. Just when I was wondering if I should leave, the door by the desk opened and I saw a tall man wearing jeans and a checked shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His hair was thick, black and slightly wavy. His eyes were so blue they looked violet. A thick black mustache framed his full lips which were parted in a big white-toothed smile. He extended his hand to me, saying in a soft voice, “Hello, I’m Gary. You must be Gillian.”

  I suddenly realized that my mouth was open and I slowly closed it, resisting the urge to cover it with my hand. Instead, I put my hand into his outstretched palm, noticing that it completely disappeared as his long fingers gently wrapped around it. My mind began to scream, “You can’t take your clothes off in front of him. He’s gorgeous!” But I couldn’t speak.

  “Come on back,” he said as he held the door open for me to enter. The first thing I saw inside the studio was a white-satin-draped bed. I heard him say, “Are those things yours?” and I realized I had left my clothes in the outer office. I blushed as I went back to gather them up, then returned.

  “I’d like to get some shots of you in regular street clothes first,” he said as he began adjusting his camera. “There’s a dressing room over there.” He nodded in its direction. “You can use the vanity and makeup mirror in the corner if you wish.”

  I went into the dressing room and chose a red jersey dress with matching heels that Julie had lent me. When I was dressed I came out, applied my makeup at the vanity and ran a brush through my long hair, choosing to leave it down. When I turned I realized that Gary had been watching me. A slight smile curled his lips and his eyes were narrowed. For a moment I thought he looked interested, but then I told myself it was just my imagination.

  He held his hand out to me and led me across the studio to a white cane bench where he asked me to sit. He posed me with my arms stretched along the back of the bench. Then he pulled my dress down a little on one side to show just the curve of my left shoulder. “Now look to the side,” he instructed in a low voice as he backed up and brought the camera to his eye. “Tilt your head forward just a little and look up at me. That’s it. Don’t move.”

  Then he lowered the camera and walked back to me. With one hand he moved my hair over my shoulder so that it hung over my right breast. His long fingers brushed my neck and sudden chills ran over my body.

  “Oh, that’s beautiful,” he whispered as he backed up. The camera clicked several times. “Just keep looking in the same direction,” he said as he moved to his right. Many more clicks from the camera followed. “That red dress is fantastic,” he said as he clicked away.

  This same ritual was repeated through several more outfit changes, hairstyles and poses. Each time I changed my outfit I found myself wearing less and less. The process was so gradual that I hardly realized I had bared my breasts for him until I was standing in front of him in only a white satin thong and high heels.

  “I want you to lie across the bed now,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to the satin-draped bed. As I did so, he took a white feather boa from the headboard, leaned across me and draped it between my breasts. “I want you to think of something real sexy,” he said softly. “Like your boyfriend touching you and making love to you. Can you do that for me?”

  His long black lashes narrowed over those deep blue eyes and I stopped breathing. He moved away and returned with his camera. Then he stood up on the bed, straddling my body with one foot on each side of my hips. Looking down at me through the camera, he said, “Come on Gillian, now where’s that sexy look?” And he smiled.

  “I haven’t had a boyfriend in quite a while,” I confessed. “I’m having difficulty focusing.”

  Still looking through the camera lens, he said, “That’s a feeling you don’t forget. Come on, think about having your breasts caressed and sucked. Think of a man’s hard pulsing cock between your legs.”

  I turned my head away from him and he lowered his camera. “I didn’t embarrass you, did I?” he asked in that soft, deep, sexy voice. Then he lowered himself and knelt over me. I could feel the rough fabric of his jeans on my thighs. “I want a good sexy look from you, that’s all, and I will say anything or do anything to get it.” He took my face in his big hand and turned it toward him. He was leaning over me and I could feel his hot sweet breath on my face. Our eyes met for a breathless silent moment. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered. And his lips brushed mine. I felt his mustache on my upper lip, then his tongue as it lightly traced my lips. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. A soft laugh came from deep in his chest as he kissed my cheek. “You’re not a virgin are you?” he asked softly with that hint of amusement in his voice again.

  “No,” I whispered smiling. He started kissing my neck and moving his hand down over my shoulder to my breast. Sliding his flattened palm over my now hardening nipple, he kissed me full on the mouth. His tongue slid effortlessly past my lips and teeth, and teased my tongue. My stomach fluttered and a chill ran over my skin. I was lost in the feel of his deepening kiss and what his hand was doing to my breast. He discarded his camera and his free hand found my other breast, both hands now kneading and rolling my stiff nipples between his long fingers. I felt myself getting wet and my hips lifted off the bed with a will of their own.

  “Ummmm, what do you want me to do baby?” he whispered into my mouth. Then his hot lips went to my right nipple. He sucked gently and flicked the tip of his tongue across the throbbing nub. I couldn’t think clearly, much less speak. His mouth moved to my left breast while his fingers played with the right. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered again. His hot breath against my wet nipple was driving me crazy. My hips arched and rotated, trying to make contact with his body. “Do you want me to stop?” he breathed.

  I meant to say yes, but as if from a distance I could hear my breathless voice whisper, “No.”

  He slid down over my body and settled himself between my legs. Still fully clothed, he sucked each breast in turn, lightly nibbling my nipples until I thought I would come from the glorious pleasure he was giving them. Then I felt his right hand sliding down my body and over my stomach. His fingers slipped under the top of the satin thong and curved slightly to cup my hairless mound. He ran his fingers up and down, massaging my clit while he sucked hungrily on my left nipple. My hips moved in rhythm with his hand and my breathing quickened. His fingers darted in and out of my wet cunt after each trip across my slippery clit. He raised his head and looked into my eyes. “Oooh, you’re so wet,” he whispered. His fingers continued to tease my clit and move in and out of my pussy.

  I wanted to return the pleasure. Somehow I managed to push him up a little and I started to unbutton his shirt. “I want you naked,” I managed to breathe, pulling his shirt-tail out of his jeans.

  He kissed me again, deeply and passionately. When he broke the kiss he breathed into my neck, “You got it babe.” He sat up and tugged off his shirt. I sat up also, kissing his chest and nipples while he unfastened his belt and jeans.

  Suddenly I remembered where I was. “What if someone comes in?” I asked.

  He smiled down at me. “They won’t. You’re my last appointment for today. Besides, the door to this room is locked.”

  I leaned back on the bed, looking at him questioningly. “Do you do this all the time with your clients? Is that why everyone is singing your praises?”

  He laughed out loud, his head going back. Then he leaned close to me, his face inches away from mine and stared deep into my eyes. His voice was low. “I’ve never done t
his with any other client. I guess I shouldn’t be doing it with you now, and I will stop if you say so.” The smile was gone from his face.

  I knew he meant what he said. A moment passed and I finally breathed, “Lord help me but I don’t want to stop.”

  His mouth covered mine, his tongue went into my mouth and I sucked on it. My hands went to his unfastened jeans and slipped them over his hips. He continued kissing me passionately as I lay back on the bed. When the kiss ended, he stood up to take the rest of his clothes off. His hard cock stood at attention. A drop of pre-come glistened at the tip and I longed to lick if off. When he came back to the bed he took hold of my thong and I lifted my butt to let him slide it off. We were both naked.

  I expected him to come to me then. Instead, he picked up his camera and started shooting, moving around the bed. I laughed, “What are you doing?”

  “You’re beautiful right now, just like that, with that desire in your eyes,” he said, all the while aiming the camera and snapping. “I have to get it before it goes away.”

  I posed for him then, watching his naked body in action, letting all my wanting and my need for him show through. Finally he put the camera down and came to me, still hard and ready.

  He laid me back on the bed and kissed me. Our lips pressed together, our tongues stroking and sliding against each other. His hands moved across my body, stopping at my breasts to tease my nipples. I wanted him inside me with an ache I’d never known. I felt the wetness between my legs and I parted them for him, raising my knees to make his entrance easier. I felt his hard cock rubbing my thighs, then pressing against my wet pussy. The head of it slipped over my clit and I raised my hips to meet his thrust. He slowly entered me. His hard cock filled me up and the sensation made my pussy tighten around it. I heard him release a pleasurable sigh as he started to move within me, all the while kissing my neck and breathing softly in my ear.

  My hands went to his firm round butt and I pulled him closer to me, wanting him as deep inside me as I could get him. He breathed against my neck, “Ah baby, you’re so tight. You feel so good.” His hips started to move faster and he thrust into me a few more times before suddenly pulling out. Smiling down at me, he panted, “Oh, I can’t keep that up too long or I’ll come.” His head bent down to suck my breast while his hand traveled down my body and slid between my legs. His long fingers probed deep inside me, touching all sorts of sensitive places. My eyes closed in ecstasy. I was lost in the feeling he was giving me. His mouth left my breast and he moved down, crouching between my legs, his finger rubbing my clit, then fucking my cunt. He looked up at me. “I like it that you shave,” he said. “You have a beautiful little pussy.” His mouth came down and covered my clit. I could feel his mustache tickling me as he sucked and licked. His finger went in and out of me, and one entered my asshole. I was in heaven. I felt my orgasm building. My hips were moving in rhythm with his stroking fingers. I writhed with delight as my body exploded in wonderful orgasmic bursts, one after another.