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  HOT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU!

  If it really happens, is it still a fantasy? Blow-up dolls and bedroom games. Frat frenzies and Vegas vixens. First-date fun and tropical trysts. Air Force antics and hitchhiking hotties. They’re the stuff that wanton wishes are made of. And for Penthouse readers, wishes really do come true…

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  Letters to Penthouse I

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  Letters to Penthouse IV

  Letters to Penthouse V

  Letters to Penthouse VI

  Letters to Penthouse VII

  Letters to Penthouse VIII

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  Letters to Penthouse X

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  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

  Letters to Penthouse XXIII

  Letters to Penthouse XXIV

  Letters to Penthouse XXV

  Letters to Penthouse XXVI

  Letters to Penthouse XXVII

  Letters to Penthouse XXVIII

  Letters to Penthouse XXIX

  Letters to Penthouse XXX

  Letters to Penthouse XXXI

  Letters to Penthouse XXXII

  Letters to Penthouse XXXIII

  Letters to Penthouse XXXIV

  Letters to Penthouse XXXV

  Letters to Penthouse XXXVI

  Letters to Penthouse XXXVII

  Penthouse Uncensored I

  Penthouse Uncensored II

  Penthouse Uncensored III

  Penthouse Uncensored IV

  Penthouse Uncensored V

  Penthouse Uncensored VI

  Penthouse Variations

  26 Nights: A Sexual Adventure

  Penthouse: Naughty by Nature

  Penthouse: Between the Sheets

  Penthouse Erotic Video Guide

  Penthouse Unleashed

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  First eBook Edition: September 2010

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  Contents

  Hot Can Happen to You!

  Other Books in the Series

  Copyright

  Introduction to Letters to Penthouse XXXVIII

  The Gift of Tongues

  Working Late

  First-Date Fantasy

  Desert Vacation

  What Happens in Vegas…

  Perfumed Passion

  Test Flight

  In Concert

  His Four-Day Fantasy

  Clean and Supple

  The Best Medicine

  Highland Fling

  Trivial Pursuit

  Private Showing

  Call Girl Calling

  Three’s a Surprise

  Ring My Bellhop

  Overexposed

  A Soldier’s Story

  Strip Trip

  Heart & Soul

  Wives on the Waves

  Ride ’Em

  The Widow Maker

  Three Girls, Fifty Dresses

  More Than a Mouthful

  A Girl Called Spike

  Not Business as Usual

  All Hands on Deck

  Hot Rods and Rubber Dolls

  Box Lunch

  Bahamas Getaway

  French Twist

  Office Orientation

  The Hitcher

  Deep V Diving

  Making the Team

  Mom’s the Word

  Squeaky Clean

  The Big One

  French Girl

  Beth and the Frat Boy

  Third Person Singular

  Welcome to Life On Top!

  Introduction to Letters to Penthouse XXXVIII

  Though many of us harbor secret sexual fantasies, few of us ever get the opportunity to fulfill them. You’re going to read about those who took the plunge and did something about answering the call of their loins.

  You’ll experience the tale of a housewife who secretly dreamed of being a high-priced call girl, and got her chance when her husband’s friend gallantly offered to be her first customer.

  Who of us hasn’t felt like Homer, who often dreamed of the too beautiful girl he was afraid to ask out? Never could he imagine her sitting at home just waiting for him to call. Herein, a boy with low self-esteem gets his confidence bolstered by the girl next door—a girl he thought was out of his league. Sometimes, all you need to do is step up to the plate and swing.

  Join our savory birthday girl as she gets the party of her life—where it’s not the candles that are blown, it’s not the gifts that are ripped open, and it’s more than the thought that counts. I’m sure every woman out there will wish she had a husband this generous.

  To this we add blow-up dolls, frat boys, a sexy game of Trivial Pursuit, Vegas vacations, and balling in the Bahamas, but that’s just to whet your appetite. There’s a whole world of the most unforgettable lays that await you. Get your party started with the flip of the page. They’re waiting for you!

  Kathy Cavanaugh

  Senior Managing Editor

  Penthouse Letters

  The Gift of Tongues

  I was a mere eighteen years old then, and I have had many similar experiences since. But none were as memorable as this. I am a male, six-feet-six-inches tall, and weighed only one hundred and eighty pounds back then. I have curly red hair, blue eyes, and a lot of freckles all over my face, arms, and shoulders. Not ugly, mind you; in fact I’ve been told so often that I am handsome that I am now convinced of it.

  As I remember her, Molly was about five-feet-four-inches tall, and maybe one hundred and five pounds, if that. She had chestnut-brown hair, cut in a short shag that was popular in the 1970s, with brown eyes to match. She had small but shapely breasts, and her womanly curves had not yet filled out completely.

  One day not long after we started going together, Molly and I went up to the boarding house where I was living. At first we just sat on the sofa in the upstairs living room, cuddling and talking. Then I took her by the hand and led her to my room. My roommate Mark was at work at the shipyard, as were all of the other boarders, so we were all alone.

  After closing the door, I turned to Molly and, not saying a word, bent over to give her a gentle kiss of reassurance. I felt her relax as my lips touched hers. I sat down on the edge of my bed and mo tioned for her to kneel on the floor in front of me, between my knees. Looking directly into her eyes, I very gently traced lines with the middle fingers of my hands in small circles on her cheeks, spiraling outward until I reached her ears. I touched her small, slightly upturned nose, the flare of her nostrils, her lips. As my fingers caressed her lips, Molly began to rub her hands up and down my thighs.

  I lifted her head to meet my lips and I kissed her. I kissed her gently, flicking my tongue lightly across her lips with short, brisk licks. I kissed her several times. As my tongue probed the inside of her mouth, finding her tongue and swirling around, I allowed my right hand to run down the front of her blouse till I reached the first button.

  I deftly undid each button, gently drawing my finger along her flesh as it was exposed. When the last button was undone, I removed her blouse, slipping it over her shoulders while keeping my lips pressed firmly to hers. Starting from her hands, which had reached up to grasp my shoulders, I ran my fingers along her arms to her neck. I caressed her shoulders, my hands meeting behind her neck.

  Still kissing her, I unclasped her bra and let it dangle from her arms. I rubbed the flesh of her back where her bra had been, moving my hands up and over her shoulders and down to her firm little tits. I cupped those ripe peaches and gave them a gentle squeeze, running my thumbs over the nipples, feeling them grow erect with excitement.

  When I finally ended our kiss. Molly was breathing heavy with excitement. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “Where on earth did you learn to kiss like that?”

  I didn’t say a word. I only smiled and lifted her to her feet. Looking up into her eyes once again, I undid the snap of her jeans and pulled down the zipper, all in one fluid motion.

  With practiced ease, I peeled her jeans down over her slender hips, inhaling the sweet aroma that assailed my nostrils from her dampening crotch.

  Before removing the last piece of her clothing, I cupped the slight bulge that her pubic mound created in her panties. Her panties were soaking wet, and I could feel the heat emanating from her fiery slit.

  My fingers shook in anticipation as I slid them up the front of her panties to grasp hold of the elastic waistband. Very slowly, I peeled Molly’s panties down over her hips. Gazing up into her eyes, I reached around her and cupped her ass-cheeks, one in each hand, and bent forward to run the flat of my tongue along her dewy slit. Molly shuddered as my tongue made contact with her sensitive nubbin. She tasted even better than I had thought she would.

  When I stood up, Molly climbed on the bed and lay down, motioning for me to come to her.

  I positioned myself so that I was straddling her torso. I lowered my hips to where I could press my cock into her cunt, and leaned down to give her yet another gentle kiss. But this was not to be so, as Molly wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself up to me and firmly planting her lips on mine in a deep and very passionate soul kiss. I could hear her moan with desire as her tongue snaked out of her mouth into mine, dueling with it in a mad dance of sheer lust.

  When she broke the kiss, Molly flopped down on the bed, breathing very heavily. “Do me!” she gasped. “Do my pussy! I need it so bad!”

  I simply looked at her and smiled, but then moved down so I could use my tongue on her entire body. I slipped a knee between her thighs so she could have something solid to hump on while I took care of her upper torso, slowly covering every square inch of her luscious flesh with my active tongue, being careful to avoid her temptingly hard nipples.

  Finally, I flicked my tongue across the sensitive nubs, causing her to buck and squirm beneath me. Molly was begging me to stop and move down to her honey-pot, which was soaking wet as it rubbed against my knee. I gave her nipples one last suck before moving down her belly with my tongue and lips. When I reached her navel, I stopped and began to lick circles around the deep depression. Molly raised her knees and used her hands on top of my head to try to push it down to her steaming snatch, but I simply stopped all tongue action until she realized that I was in control of the situation.

  Spiraling inward, I dipped my tongue into the depths of her belly button, probing all around the inside. Molly gasped as my tongue found the bottom. She later told me that nobody had ever done this to her before. I guess not many people know the joys of navel sex.

  From her navel, I then made my way down her groin to the brown triangle of Molly’s pubic thatch. She began to hump her hips against my knee with an urgency that I found quite stimulating. I loved seeing her like this. Yet my aching cock still longed to plunge into the recesses of her fiery cunt. I could sense that she was near the brink of oblivion as I used my fingers to part the pouting petals of her juicy twat.

  I gently tongued my way up one side of her outer labia, rounded the top of her slit and moved down the other side. I then dipped my talented tool into her honey-pot, wagging it back and forth, from side to side.

  I could sense that Molly was getting closer, so I finally moved my mouth up to zero in on her visibly erect clitoris. The little nub glistened with her juices as I began to flick my tongue in circles around her button. Molly’s breathing became ragged and short the nearer I licked. She began to churn her hips up to my face, trying to make the sensitive contact that would surely send her flying over the edge.

  Finally I gave her that contact, but only briefly, teasing her to a fever pitch. She was begging me to tongue her clit, muttering obscenities in between gasps of air. I continued to tease her until she was frantic. And then I lay my tongue flat against her swollen clit, humming low in my throat. That was enough to do it. Molly went sailing off into outer space.

  “Oh!… Oh, yes!… Yes!… That’s it, lover!” she cried as she began the first series of powerful orgasms. “Eat it! Lick my cunt! Lick my pussy, motherfucker! Come! Coming! I’m… I’m… I’m coming!” Her body began to convulse uncontrollably with each racking wave of ecstasy.

  “Oh, baby! Baby… baby!… I love it!” she continued, as her head thrashed from side to side, her eyes tightly closed.

  Molly continued to writhe in release as I alternately tongued her spasming clit and dipped into her clutching cunt. Her pussy was overflowing with fluid, and I did my best to lap it all up. When I returned to her joy button, Molly soared to even greater heights, grabbing me by the hair and mashing my face into her vulva. It was hard for me to breathe, but I didn’t care because of the joy I was bringing to this delightful little creature.

  After what seemed like an hour, she started to come back down to earth, releasing her grip on my head so I could come up for air. Once I got a lungful, I continued to tongue her cunt and returned to her clit to give it a gentle flick. Her whole body shook as a post-orgasmic tremor surged through her. I repeated this several times, shortening the interval between flicks of my tongue. Then I flattened my tongue against her vulva and began to wash it back and forth over her ditty. Molly responded with one long, shuddering, continuous convulsion.

  Looking up at her, I saw that she had begun to cry. She explained that this was the first time she had ever come like that. Also, this was the first time she had really wanted to fuck, but couldn’t, because she was really shallow and small “down there.” She said that whenever she tried, it caused her great pain, because she could not handle a normal-sized dick, let alone the monster that she imagined me to have.

  I moved up to lie next to her, pulling her close to me and soothing her sadness. “Babes,” I began, “my body may be long and lean, but Mother Nature has played a cruel joke on me.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “This,” I replied, getting off the bed to stand up and pull down my pants, revealing the slender six inches of cock that have been the cause of my learning to be so skilled with my fingers, tongue, and lips.

  “Oh, wow!” she exclaimed with delight, as she moved to the edge of the bed to face my throbbing member. “It’s beautiful!” she added as she opened her mouth to engulf my entire shaft. Her cunt might have been shallow, but she sure had a deep throat.