Letters to Penthouse XXI
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When I finally came up for air, my face was coated with tart, musky female come. “Kiss me,” she said, “I want to find out what women taste like.”
Jennifer: We rested in the aftermath. Chuck was on his back, and I was lying next to him on my side. My fingers trailed along his nylon stockings, then the straps of the garter belt, until I was gently caressing the lace-up of his bra. I realized that I was wishing there were girl’s flesh in there.
“I wish there were more of you in there,” I said softly, almost to myself.
“Do you really want me to be a girl?” he said.
“No,” I said without hesitation. “But it sure has been fun to pretend.”
“Now it’s my turn,” he said. “I want you to feel me up. Slowly.”
“I know what you want,” I said. “You want the same things that I like to have done for me.”
I trailed my fingers along the inside of his thighs and made little figure-eight patterns when I got to the lace top of the nylon stockings. He squirmed on the bed. Then I traced around the edge of his balls and cock straining in his black panties, soaking with precome.
“You’re a hot little slut, aren’t you?” I don’t know what made me say that. I had never talked dirty to Chuck like that. He was so surprised, he could only nod.
“Well, I’m going to take my time fucking you,” I said.
I climbed on top of him and pushed my crotch against his. He closed his eyes and groaned as he pushed his hips up into me.
“I’m going to start with your mouth,” I said, and kissed him—gently at first, then with more urgency. My hands were roaming all over his body, and I was humping my pussy slowly against his stiff cock. Between the precome he was oozing inside and the discharge I was wiping on the outside, we were turning his panties into a gooey mess.
I kissed my way down his chest, and he helped me strip him of his bra. I sucked one of his nipples while rolling the other between my finger and thumb. He was playing with mine too, doing to me what I was doing to him.
“Okay, bitch,” I said, “now you’re gonna suck me.”
I climbed up his body and put my crotch right in his face. He plowed his tongue through the sensitive folds of my womanhood and flicked at my clit. I gritted my teeth against another orgasm.
“That’s it, you cunt-loving dyke,” I said. “Suck me good.” He started sucking my clitty like a little cock. I nearly went out of my mind.
“Yeah, baby, yeah!” I moaned. “You suck me so good. Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” I couldn’t hold back anymore, and wave after wave of orgasm surged through me. That left me exhausted, but I couldn’t leave my husband in the condition he was in. My mind raced for some other outrageous thing we could do. Then I had an idea. I rummaged through the nightstand drawer for the vibrator I’d gotten with a lot of other raunchy stuff at my bachelorette party.
“Now, baby,” I said, “you’re going to get just what you’ve been asking for.”
“What are you going to do?” Chuck said. He looked apprehensive.
“I’m going to peel off your panties and eat your hot sex,” I said.
He lifted his hips, and I shucked the sticky nylon down his legs. Then I took his throbbing dick in my mouth. In less than a minute he was ready to come, so I stopped sucking and let him cool off.
“What a hot little cunt you are,” I told him. “You love getting fucked, don’t you? Say it!”
“I love it when you fuck me,” he said.
I pumped his shaft slowly and started rubbing his butthole. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes!” he gasped. “Oh, put it in me!”
I sucked one of my fingers. The same finger I played with myself with. You know, the one boys are always trying to stick in girls, the one people insult each other with. When it was good and wet, I slid it right up his poop chute! I worked slowly in and out. Finally he relaxed enough for me to get another finger in there.
While I was finger-banging Chuck, I was also bobbing up and down on his thing with my mouth and sliding my prick-shaped vibrator in my own wet sex. When it was coated, I took my fingers out of his bottom and pushed the buzzing rubber dildo in. That was all it took! He arched his back, his dick swelled, and he pumped spurts of earthy-tasting come in my mouth.
“Don’t swallow it,” he said. “Kiss me so I can find out what a man tastes like.”
Chuck: Since then, our marriage has taken some rather unusual turns. My hair is longer now, and we take turns styling each other. I’ve had my ears pierced. I’ve taken a real interest in shopping with Jennifer, and sometimes she helps me pick out some women’s wear for myself. On the days I don’t go to the gym, I wear panties and nylons to work under my suit.
Jennifer: Once or twice a week we have a dress-up night, where we might trade clothes, then make dinner together in our sexy outfits. Or we might watch TV in our lingerie, then fuck each other’s brains out. Other nights we just fuck each other’s brains out.—J.N. and C.N., Brownsville, Texas
HE’S DEVELOPED HIS OWN SPECIAL WAY OF, WELL, HANDLING HIMSELF
I am writing to tell you about my unusual but satisfying masturbation technique. I am a twenty-six-year-old single white male, and I really love my cock. I play with it as much as I can. My precious cock is circumcised and five inches long when fully erect.
I usually go down to our basement, which has a full bath with a full-length mirror. I take off my clothes slowly and just stand there admiring my beautiful cock in the mirror. I squeeze it and play with it, and just seeing my own cock gets me so excited. I bring myself almost to the point of ejaculation and stop. Sometimes I stick a finger up my ass while I’m doing this. I play with myself like this for an hour or more without spurting my sweet cream. Sometimes I’m so close to ejaculating that I have to squeeze my pelvis muscles real tight and bend over so I don’t come.
After the ejaculation feeling passes I cool down for a few minutes and start playing with myself again, again stopping before I ejaculate. By this time my poor cock is really hot and huge and purplish-red, feeling swollen and ready to erupt with semen. I then stop playing with myself, and my cock hangs down longer than normal and is still red and hot. I go to bed, and I wake up early in the morning and start feeling my beautiful cock between my legs. I start fondling it again, and it gets nice and hard for me again. I feel as though I have a toy between my legs that makes me feel good.
This routine of mine lasts like this for a couple of weeks, usually playing with my cock but not letting it ejaculate. At some point during this routine, as I’m teasing my swollen, hard cock, semen starts running out of my dick in a steady stream—like out of a water faucet, but I’m not ejaculating. In other words, I don’t have the feeling of ejaculation or climax, and my dick is still hard and excited. I keep a small plastic cup in the basement, and when this starts to happen, I put the cup under the head of my dick and let my semen run all into the little cup. My semen is grayish, clear and watery, not white and thick like some guys’. Maybe this is an overabundance of precome?
Anyway, I then drink every last sweet drop of my precious juice. I can’t tell you how exciting it is to be drinking your own semen and still have a nice big hard dick to hold and look at and know that’s where your sweet, precious fluid just came from.—N.F., Pocatello, Idaho
NOTHING SAYS VALENTINE’S DAY LIKE A LOVELY CROSSDRESSING WARDROBE
I’ve always liked the idea of dressing as a woman—from the makeup and perfume to stockings and dresses. It always seemed like a turn-on, but I just never did it. Meanwhile, my girlfriend had gotten in the habit of wearing boxer shorts—nothing real sexy there, she just said they were comfortable. I never complained because of the easy access they gave me to her pussy, but they weren’t exactly glamorous.
For Valentine’s Day, I went shopping and just decided to go for it. I went to a lingerie specialty shop and bought us matching bras, panties and stockings. Then I went to a novelty store and bought a strap-on dildo. I arranged my purchases in c
arefully chosen groups, which I wrapped separately.
When my girlfriend got home from work, there were a dozen roses on the table waiting for her, with a note that said that a hot bath was waiting. We took that hot bath together, in the large garden tub, accompanied by a bottle of wine. We got out and dried off and went up to the bedroom, where I’d laid out the presents. I handed her a package.
She opened it and read out loud the card I’d placed inside: “Tonight the roles will be reversed. He will be she. Take these items and dress him to make a her. Then open the next gift.”
My girlfriend poured us each another glass of wine, then said for me to come to her. She held out the panties, and I stepped into them. Then she held out the bra, and I slipped my arms in. Not a word was said as she patted her makeup stool and gestured for me to sit. She then rolled each of the stockings up my legs. She proceeded to make me up with eye shadow, rouge, lipstick and perfume. I was in heaven.
She poured another glass of wine, then opened the next package, which contained the strap-on dildo, boxer shorts and matching stockings. This note read, “Have your new woman strap this monster on you, and have some fun.” She held up the strap-on dildo and told me to strap it on her.
I walked over to her, took the dildo and knelt down to strap it on. As I put it in place, with the cock sticking straight out, I looked up into her eyes and, dressed as a woman, said softly, “I’ve waited so long for this moment.” I then put the matching stockings on her. I started to stroke her cock and said, “You are so big and hard, I love to stroke your cock.” I continued to stroke her cock and stared to rub her pussy. I said I wanted to suck on her cock, and she willingly thrust her hips with her cock to my waiting mouth. I sucked on her plastic cock as I plunged two fingers in and out of her pussy. She had a shattering climax.
After a few minutes of rest, she said it was time for me to lose my virgin asshole. She put some lubricant on her cock and said for me to get on all fours, then began to work the cock in my asshole. After a few strokes I loosened up and she fucked me good. I even came without touching myself.
I told her that I was her woman for life. She asked if that meant that from now on I would wear panties and stockings under my work suits. I said yes. Now it’s always a special treat when we go out. She lays out panties for me with my towels while I bathe, and she wears slacks with boxers.
I know I’m in for a good time, and a good fucking, with that stiff cock in her slacks.—O.N., Phoenix, Arizona