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Dear Penthouse Letters,

Fifteen years ago I came to this country to escape my dreadful life in London. My parents were very strict. My father worked for the Royal family so my every step was monitored. I was to be in pristine condition at all times and speak only when spoken to. I felt like a prisoner. My all-girls' school education was meant to prepare me for a world of professional stature and sophistication but if mother and father knew what I really learned they'd drop dead of embarrassment and shame.

It's amazing that even in today's world parents still think that locking their good little girls away with other good little girls will keep them virginal and wholesome. Think about it. Every day you're surrounded by girls, girls, and more girls all there for the same reason. To learn, to become a productive members of society, and to one day conquer the world. All wonderful notions, but you miss something very important—growth. Mentally, emotionally and, of course, physically! What do they think girls do with each other all day long? I'm guilty of dabbling in some girl/girl kissing and spanking but it never quite was enough for me.

I met Darcy when I was in such a school. She was rebellious, fun and didn't give a shit about authority. She seemed to always be sent to the Head Mistress' office. But for Darcy, it was no big deal. Her father, like mine, was an intricate part of the Royal family's household and they had a lot of pull all over the country. Our school was such a place. Although her father didn't commend her foul behavior, he was beside himself in making sure she get the best education money could buy.

She was a smoker, drinker, pill popper and pot smoker and though I was no angel I was not in her league at all. Darcy was what you'd call a switch hitter. She's had sex with both men and women. With a perfect size two waist, round apple butt, and 36C tits to boot you'd be hard-pressed to find someone who didn't want to fuck her. Her face was perfectly rounded with full lips, smoky eyes and dark hair that hung over one eye. She looked cat-like. I once had a sex dream about her and woke up soaked in my knickers. Darcy and I never did anything together sexually though.

Her father was put in charge of a ball they were to have at Buckingham Palace in honor of a guest of distinguished royalty from parts I'm not at liberty to divulge. School was out so Darcy's father asked her if she wanted to help him with the preparations. She brought me along to help in color selections and the like and the first days were loads of fun.

I've been to Buckingham Palace many times before so I was not unfamiliar with the layout, though with 775 rooms I've not seen a tenth of it. With Darcy's father's instructions in hand I set out to find her. She said she was going to the kitchen for a snack, so off I went to find her. Not finding her there I went to the garden where I know she likes to sit. While nearing the guard shack I heard some giggling and grunting. I thought I was imagining things until the sounds got clearer the closer I got the to the shack. Suddenly, I heard a muffled cry and the sound of a smack. I cautiously walked to the window and peered in. There, bent over a desk with her skirt pulled above her waist, and knickers to her knees was Darcy. Her ass cheeks crimson with the imprint of a hand on her glowing cheek.

I was shocked! She was fucking a guard in this shack right here on the grounds with her father coming and going all over the place. But, that was Darcy through and through. Doing what she pleased whenever she pleased. I looked again, once gaining the courage. By now the guard, who still had his uniform on but shoved to his knees was lifting Darcy up onto the desk. He roughly spread her legs and played with her dripping lips. Darcy cooed, moaned and threw her head back in delirious enjoyment. I couldn't look away. I was in a trance watching her come-splayed lips being pushed apart by his masculine hands. Darcy began thrusting her hips harder at his fingers. He slipped two inside of her and she screamed but he covered her mouth telling her to shut up.

He got down on his knees and buried his face in her wet, sloppy cunt and I could hear his slurping lips taste her juices as he ate my friend to a heart-pounding orgasm. My hands were buried in my knickers now rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy so fast I came in an instant as Darcy came and came again. The guard then pulled her off the table lifting her by her ass cheeks, impaling her on his thick cock. She rode him as he too screamed in orgasm as he emptied his seed deep inside Darcy's belly.

My knees weak, my fingers drenched with my juices, and my heart pounding in my ears, I decided not to let them see me. I scurried away as they were fixing themselves, smiling with my cheeks flushed from the hottest sex scene I had ever seen.

Darcy never knew what I saw that day. There were a couple of times I passed the Palace and saw that gorgeous guard who took my girlfriend so savagely in the shack of Buckingham Palace giving me a thrill he never even knew. I'd smile as I passed by him remembering his face covered in my friend's sweet nectar, his immaculate uniform pushed down to his knees. They're made to stand there so stiff and straight and with no expression, but I know differently and now you do too.

- M. V., Bismarck, North Dakota

Dear Penthouse Letters,

On a recent trip to New York my wild girlfriend and I saw the most amazing sites. One in particular still has me reeling with joy. I thought I'd share it in case anybody is planning a trip to the Big Apple.

Joy and I had been together for nine months when we decided to go away together. We're from a small rural town and neither one of us had been away from home. We were dying to see a big city so we thought, what better place than New York?

We landed at night with the whole sky lit up as we came into Kennedy airport. It was immensely overwhelming. It was also a little intimidating, I must admit, struggling past the natives of this tremendous city, to get to our luggage. Joy swears she was groped and now, having a little city education under my belt, I don't doubt it.

We got to our hotel and were so impressed with the room, cordial service, and view that we thought we might never leave the floor. Luckily, our sense of adventure and freedom wanted more. You can have anything you want in New York. The bodegas on every corner have everything from cigarettes to lottery and you can do whatever you want, whenever you need to, or at least it seems that way for this country boy. We don't have stores like that back home. The whole city shuts down at 11:00 p.m.

With our newfound love of the city we set about making our plans for the next day. Well, I should say, later that day as we didn't get back to our room until 5:30 a.m. Of course, a new city, a new outlook on life in general, and my awestruck, horny girlfriend only infused my desire to get Joy out of her clothes and writhing on the queen-size bed. In seconds we were a sweating, humping, moaning mess and then we happily drifted off to sleep. But just for a couple of hours then we were off again.

We went to all the must-see New York spots: 5th Avenue, 42nd street, the Museum of Natural History, the Guggenheim, the Carnegie Deli (so good!), and Times Square. We decided that we'd be back to watch the ball drop and be one of the millions who travel here for that momentous occasion. Many say New Yorkers are rude but I have to say for a couple of out-of-towners we found the city dwellers quite helpful.

Our first full day was fast approaching an end and we were exhausted. But once again, our animal urges rose to the point of hunger and we were again wrestling in the sheets with the city lights as our backdrop. I took Joy by the window and fucked her from behind. I think there was a man in the hotel directly across from us jerking off as I pummeled Joy's ass with her face pressed up against the window. When I told her that I thought we had company she thrust her ass back so hard at me that I almost became disengaged from her. I slammed back just as hard as we both came hard. Her screams spurred me on to an amazingly forceful orgasm. That was how I discovered Joy was an exhibitionist. I guess I was too since it turned me on thinking that someone was watching us fuck and stroking his cock to our lovemaking.

Next on the agenda, after another wonderful night of sex and sleep, was The Statue of Liberty. If you've never been, you must see it. Talking about it doesn't give it justice. It's freakin' amazing, and such a symbol of what our great country stands for that I got chills as soon as I laid eyes upon her. We joined a tour and learned all these amazing facts. When it was time to go up into the body of the statue I was a little concerned because there were so many steps. I didn't think I could make it. I just had knee surgery a couple months back. Joy was psyched to go but said we'd go up last so as not to hold up the others.

Slowly we ascended the great lady and slowly I began to falter. We fell pretty far behind but I just had to sit down. Joy was rubbing my back while browsing the brochure. She was rattling off something about how there were 154 steps from the pedestal to the head, and how the statue's waistline is 35-feet wide when I suddenly had an urge to fuck. I don't know why, I can't explain it now. A feeling unlike any I had ever known before grabbed me and wouldn't let go. Joy was sitting on the step behind me and as I turned toward her she asked if I was all right. She barely finished her sentence when I pounced.

I couldn't be stopped. I grabbed at her tits pulled her shirt up, and was sucking on her nipples before she could form a thought. My hands were going for her shorts when she stopped me telling me to quit it, that our tour group would be along any minute. As if deaf, I ignored her pleas and shimmied her pant-leg hole to the side. I don't even remember pulling my dick out but there it was ready to stick it to her. She about shrieked when I told her to roll over, trying to cover her tits while closing her legs. She didn't stand a chance. I flipped her over and slammed my raging boner into her moist slit right there on steps 62 and 63.

She gave in to the feeling growing between her come-soaked pussy lips. The thought of being caught spurred her on, especially when we heard the clicking of heels descending above our heads. “Ah, yeah, baby, fuck me! Fuck my brains out. God, you are so fuckin' huge. Fill me baby, come on, shoot your load into my pussy!” That was it for me. I shot a load so hard into her depths I swear I think she actually lurched forward and up two more steps from the force.

As quickly as it started is as quickly as it ended but not before two of the most satiated people ever to have visited this fine landmark decided this was their favorite place to be.

I wonder what will happen when we come back for New Year's Eve. I think there'll be a couple of other balls dropping that night in the city that never sleeps.

- Name and address withheld

Dear Penthouse Letters,

My adoring wife Lorraine would kill me if she ever knew of my deceit but I must tell someone. I will tell you and you can choose to tell the world. Let me get to it.

I was to be out of town for three weeks on business in Sydney, Australia. I'd been there before and absolutely fell in love with the place. I asked Lorraine to come along, to have a little vacation with me, and some fun. I had almost convinced her but then she reneged and told me to go on without her. And this is where my story really begins.

After being in Sydney for four days I actually had a lot of time to enjoy the sites. I went snorkeling, sailing, rock climbing, even nude sunbathing. While on such an outing I came across a most beautiful woman sunning just near the surf. She was stretched out on her stomach. Her oily body was very tan and firm. I stayed put and watched her unable to look away. Suddenly, I realized I was getting a hard on! I quickly put my towel over my raging boner and looked away amazed at my reaction to this still form just lying on the sand.

Call it instinct or just opportunity but just then this goddess looked up and smiled my way. Not an invitational smile, just sort of like an acknowledgement of my presence. I smiled back feeling like a fool not knowing if she could see anything from her position. I felt my cheeks flush and knew it wasn't just the sun. She sat up facing the surf her small perky breasts swaying just a bit. She had nipples that stood out from her breasts, and for a second I thought of my Lorraine and I missed her.

I guessed she sensed my staring because she turned again and asked me if I liked what I saw. I stammered and went to apologize but she just laughed and thanked me for the appreciation. She invited me over to her blanket. I didn't know if I should go or not, afraid I might get excited again and make her angry. She asked again, this time patting the space beside her. I went.

She said her name was Greta and she was a musician with the Sydney Opera House Orchestra. I was impressed to say the least. What an amazing structure. The Sydney Opera House overlooks the harbor with its shell-shaped domes. It's as beautiful inside as out with gorgeous structural detail. I saw a show last time I was there and have to say I don't think there's a bad seat in the house. It was masterfully designed.

She asked me about myself and I told her about being there on business. We continued to make small talk and I found myself really enjoying our conversation. She seemed to be as well, at least that's how it seemed. We were both very hot and decided to take a dip to cool off.

The water was exhilarating. Greta floated on her back and her nipples stood up as if at attention as did, once again, my cock! I couldn't help it. This little water nymph had my hormones raging and I had to talk myself out of just swimming over to take a taste. God, they looked amazing! I decided I needed to leave before I did something I'd regret. Greta said she had to leave as well to get ready for that night's performance inviting me to come to the show. No need for a ticket she assured me, just meet her at the door at 7:00 she'd handle the rest. So that's what I did.

I got to the Opera House at 7:00 sharp and there was Greta wearing a sheer, red dress so tight that there was nothing left to the imagination. She looked so beautiful. She led me to the stage. I thought it odd, since it was already 7:00, that we seemed to be the only people in the Opera House. When I mentioned this to her she turned to me and jumped into my arms shoving her tongue down my throat.

I was shocked of course, but my body just went with it. I grabbed hold of her and felt her full form against mine. Making my cock spring to life. I knew she could feel it because she moaned and rubbed herself faster on it. The friction was unbelievable. I thought I'd shoot my wad right there! She broke the kiss and stripped herself in seconds. My head was swimming with desire. I reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to me. My clothes joined hers and we were clawing at each other, and rolling around like animals.

She took my rock-hard eight inches into her mouth and slobbered all over it. Her moans and my moans mixed together, and being in such a massive place, I could hear our sounds of lovemaking as if in surround sound. The amplification spurred me on even more! Not wanting this to end too quickly I grabbed Greta and pushed her onto her back and dove into her pussy. She was soaked and there was a musky scent to her.

As if ravenous I parted her folds with my tongue and sought out her pearl. Hidden beneath the hood was my treasure and once I found it I sucked on it and raked my tongue over it, again and again. Greta was shaking, writhing, and panting like a dog in heat. I didn't stop until she screamed out an orgasm so loud it echoed throughout the Opera House. Our sounds resonating around us made this scene even more erotic.

I pummeled her in every conceivable position possible and she swallowed two loads of my sweet spunk before we were spent. Looking around as we caught our breath we both laughed at the sight we made; come-covered and sweaty on this magnificent stage. Greta and I had many nights of passion until I had to leave. None like that, but wonderful all the same.

I wonder if that stage has seen such a performance since and if maybe, it will again.

— D. J., Los Angeles, California