Letters to Penthouse V

by Letters to Penthouse V- The Ways of Sexual Pleasure (epub)

  Now Sami was getting pretty hot herself. I could smell her cunt juice, and saw it running down her leg. “Why don’t you ride the other end of that thing, Sami, and really ream me good,” I suggested. When the dildo made contact with her moist pussy, I could hear her breath stop. I think she wanted to fuck herself more than she wanted to see me squirm!

  I leaned back into the dildo and could feel her trembling. She quivered and shook. We began to rock back and forth, faster and faster, fucking each other in a way I’d never dreamed! She climaxed violently, three, four, five times in a row! In all my years she’d never come that much. Never. We finished off with me sliding my cock into her asshole and pumping her ass full of spunk.

  It seems Sami no longer cares if John and I get it on. In fact she wants to hide in the closet the next time we do it. I just hope she comes out to play when the action gets hot!—H.D., Los Angeles, California

  A TWO-WAY SUCK-OFF IS JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED

  I am a college senior, and run a cleaning service to help pay for my schooling. About a year ago, one of the doctors at the medical office that I clean got a divorce. When he bought his new townhouse, Doc—which is what everyone calls him—asked me to clean it.

  One day at Doc’s place, I found a copy of your magazine on his bed. It was open to the “Boy Meets Boy” section. I had no idea that you printed such letters in your magazine! The title grabbed my interest, so I sat down on the edge of Doc’s king-size waterbed and began reading. It wasn’t long before I had a lump in my shorts. I was glad to see other guys talking about their gay experiences with enjoyment.

  As I turned the page, I looked up to see Doc standing in the doorway with his shirt unbuttoned. He was massaging his dick through his trousers. He had a lot of body hair, and his muscles were clearly defined. Doc walked into the room and toward the bed. By the time he reached me, he had unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. I lowered my eyes to his zipper, then pulled it down. Much to my surprise, his cock instantly sprang free. I love it when a man doesn’t wear underwear. I continued pulling his trousers down until they were at his knees, revealing his sculptured, hairy thighs.

  I stuck out my tongue and played with the slit of his cock. He let out a soft, approving moan. His legs were far enough apart to allow his low-hanging nut sac to swing free. With one hand I began to massage one of his thighs. With the other, I gently massaged and pulled his two large nuts. I stroked his cock, sucked his balls and then tickled his anus with the tip of my tongue. Doc moaned once again and began to run his fingers through my hair.

  Pulling on his nut sac firmly, I closed my lips around his cock-head and began my slow decent down his shaft. As I did so, I slid my hand to his ass-cheeks, which were also covered with hair. I had to have at least eight inches of hard-as-stone-cock in my mouth! I relaxed my neck muscles and was able to take all of Doc without any difficulty.

  Doc moaned louder this time and held my head in his grip. I squeezed his nuts and ass at the same time, and he began to rotate his hips. He would pull his cock out of my mouth just enough to breathe, then thrust it back in again. With each thrust he would moan a bit louder and fuck my mouth a bit harder.

  “Oh, God!” he shouted as he pushed his hips forward forcefully, plunging his cock deep down my throat. “You’re a damn good face-fuck!” he said. With those words, several thick squirts of sperm shot down my throat. I swallowed all of his huge load without spilling a drop. Then Doc released his grip on my head, and I loosened my hold on his nuts.

  Doc removed his shirt and trousers. He knelt back down and, pulling my shorts to my ankles, he pushed my tank top upward. He explored my smooth body with his hands, then began to work my cock with his mouth. We both groaned with delight. He would bring his lips to my cockhead and run his tongue all over it, while pulling the skin back as tight as it would go. Doc was able to engulf my cock with ease and great skill.

  In less than two minutes I felt my nuts getting ready to explode. I grabbed the back of his head with both my hands and pushed his face all the way into my crotch. I then thrust my hips upward and shot my load down Doc’s throat. He grabbed my hips with his hands and rocked us back and forth as he swallowed.

  As soon as I’d pumped the last of my sperm down his throat, he jumped up on top of me, straddling my waist. He grabbed his cock and began to beat it with great fury. I immediately grabbed his nipples and squeezed as hard I could. In just about ten quick strokes, Doc shot his second load all over my chest. As the sperm dripped down my chest, Doc released his cock and licked his sperm off me. As he licked, he purred with contentment, like a cat lapping up warm milk.

  When he finished licking my chest clean, he lay his head on my chest, between my pecs, and massaged my biceps with his strong hands. We lay there, kissing and touching, communicating without a word the enjoyment we’d just shared.

  I had given and received my share of blowjobs, but I can’t remember any man giving me head with as much enthusiasm and enjoyment as Doc.—B.M., Chicago, Illinois

  THE OBJECT OF HIS DESIRE GETS THE MASSAGE, BUT NOT THE MESSAGE

  I’m a twenty-year-old physical therapy assistant at a hospital in Seattle, where I’ve learned an assortment of treatment techniques. Among other things, the hospital has taught me about different types of massage.

  I’m strongly attracted to my best friend Mickey. He’s basically straight and is unaware, as far as I know, that I’m not. This twenty-year-old stud is about five feet eight inches tall, weighs a hundred and thirty pounds and has short brown hair. Mickey has hazel-brown eyes, a thirty-inch waist and a bubble butt that is to die for. His square jaw is complemented by a sexy mustache.

  All right, you can see I’ve been looking at him pretty closely. We’ve been friends for a long time. I often sleep at his house. We usually pull a spare mattress out from under his bed and put it on the floor right next to him.

  One night, as we were pulling out the mattress, Mickey complained, “Damn, my neck is stiff tonight. It’s bothered me all day. I have no idea what I did to it.” I offered to massage his back and neck, and he was delighted.

  He lay on the bed, and I started to work his trapezius muscles, which stretch down from the back of the upper neck to the deltoid muscles of the shoulders. They were very tense, but after a while started to unclench. Mickey began to moan, “Ah, that’s great, Aaron.” I really hadn’t set out to get something sexual going with him, but a moan is a moan, and the sound got me hot. My cock began to swell with excitement. I thought of kissing him, but chickened out. After about a half hour of being worked on, Mickey said he was ready for bed.

  Any thought of putting the moves on him evaporated. I slipped down onto the mattress on the floor, and Mickey rolled over onto his back. After he settled, he said, “Good night, Aaron, pleasant dreams.” It was a tremendous disappointment, but after a long time my cock softened, and I eventually dozed off. This is what I dreamed.

  I was straddling Mickey as he lay supine on his bed. I was massaging him. My cock grew hard once again. Mickey raised his head and said, “Has that big bulge in your pants got anything to do with me?” I was appalled at what he’d said, or rather at his catching me with a hard-on. I couldn’t answer or move. “I guess I’ll have to see for myself,” he said. His hand darted down my sweats and pulled at my throbbing cock. His fingers felt soft. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

  He removed his hand from my pants and pulled me close to him. Before I knew it, his tongue was exploring my mouth. I ran my hands through his hair, my heart pounding. A warm glow flowed through my whole groin. We rolled over so that Mickey was on top of me. “Aaron, I want your dick,” he growled, kissing my neck.

  “It’s yours, all yours,” I sighed. He was sucking my right nipple. The feeling was indescribably intense. As he worked from my nipple to my cock, he pulled my pants down to my knees.

  “I’ve waited way too long for this,” he said, smiling. He lifted my pole to his mouth, taking only the tip at first. He s
lowly eased my whole length into his mouth and throat. The warmth and wetness of his mouth, and his obvious pleasure in sucking my dick, sent powerful sensations flying back and forth between my cock and my brain. I could feel the juices stirring in my balls, waiting to be sprayed onto his waiting tongue. The sounds of Mickey’s sucking made me even hornier. He turned around so his crotch was over my face. I removed his jeans and put his dick in my mouth. Mickey began fucking my face—in and out, up and down—moaning in complete ecstasy. I was close to coming even before he touched me. Once he started groaning, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock spewed love juice like never before. It seemed like I’d never quit. Mickey just kept lapping it up. Soon after I started spraying, Mickey also exploded. His sperm had a delicious, salty-sweet taste.

  We both collapsed. Mickey turned around and kissed me on the lips. There were still gobs of come in our mouths and our tongues mixed it around. Mickey lifted his mouth from mine, smiled and said, “Thanks for the massage.”

  The next thing I knew, I was wide awake in my bed and drenched in my own come. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, then lay awake in disappointment because it never happened.

  But Mickey, if you read this (and I’m sure you will), look for the bulge the next time I massage you. Yes, it’s there for you.—A.R., Seattle, Washington

  PATIENCE PAYS OFF IN A PECCADILLO WITH A PEDALING PROFESSOR

  I’ve had a lovely encounter that I want to tell you about. My name is Maria. I’m a natural blonde, with brown eyes, and stand about five feet two inches tall. Three years ago, while in my first year of college, I was on the pep squad. The faculty adviser was named Judy. I used to watch her in the hallways and classrooms. She always said hello to me, and sometimes we would stop long enough to have a good talk. I started falling in love with her.

  One day we were showering after a pep squad workout. Judy walked by as I was stepping out of my stall. She looked me over, as though surprised to run into me, and asked me to see her in the gym teacher’s office. I got dressed and went to see her. She asked me whether I would mind giving her a ride home, as her car was in the shop. I said I’d be glad to.

  I was very excited and giddy when we got in the car, because this was as close as I’d ever been to her. I asked how she would handle a situation in which one person wanted to show how much that person liked another person. I’m pretty sure Judy could see right through my intentions. She said to just kiss the person. My face flushed, and I was glad we pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building, because my feet were trembling too much to drive.

  Judy started to get out of the car, but I put my hand on her sleeve and said her name. She turned to look at me and I kissed her on the mouth. It tasted wonderful—warm and soft. Shocks of electricity raced through my body at the soft touch of her lips.

  She pulled back from the kiss and told me to come with her into her apartment. We needed to talk, she explained. My legs were so shaky I could barely get out of the car, and I was frightened that she would be angry. We got inside and she helped me with my coat. As I turned round and looked up into her face, she said, “If that kiss was an indication of how much you like me, then maybe you really don’t like me that much.” My heart just soared.

  We embraced and kissed again, this time for much longer. Her body was very different from the high school senior boys I’d kissed, firm in different places, soft and conforming in others. I was becoming dizzy, and my body started to feel hot. I was just getting into kissing her when she started to use her tongue on me. It felt as though somebody had pushed me into a red-hot cauldron of lust. I started to moan and grind my hips against hers. She started to do the same to me, almost frantically grasping my body.

  We came up for air, literally panting from desire. She took my hand and we went into the kitchen of her apartment. We poured some iced tea and she told me to wait a moment.

  She went to the bathroom, not returning for several minutes. It was obvious, when she returned, that she’d been crying. Judy told me her marriage was breaking up and it was a terribly difficult time for her. She said that what she had done, both leading me along and finally kissing me, was wrong, and that we shouldn’t meet anymore. I pleaded with her, begged her not to cut me off. “You didn’t lead me along,” I wailed. “I wanted this as much as you did.” She refused to listen, and insisted that she couldn’t see me anymore. I was heartsick and confused, but I assured her that I would do as she said and not try to see her again.

  At the end of the year I transferred to a different school just a few miles away, though not because of Judy. I had decided to become a teacher, and the second college had a better program. After transferring, I had two excellent male lovers, and my feelings for Judy were put away.

  During the summer break, I went back to my old school to take a class that I had missed. Every day I rode my bike between the two campuses. One day I saw a woman who looked very familiar riding a bike ahead of me. It was Judy! I caught up with her, and we started to talk. She gave me her address and asked me over to her apartment for a glass of wine that afternoon.

  After class I went home, showered and changed, all the time thinking about what might happen. My boyfriend asked me where I was going, and I told him I was having dinner with an old friend.

  I arrived at Judy’s place and knocked on the door. She opened it wearing a pair of denim cutoffs that showed a peek of cheek, and a new, snowy-white T-shirt with no bra. We drank some wine, talking about college classes and riding bikes. I couldn’t stop looking at her nipples and full breasts, swaying under the fabric with every gesture. She noticed that I was staring, and smiled, asking, “Do you like what you see?” I looked into her eyes and just nodded. I confessed that I hadn’t thought about her much since our one encounter, because I’d had several lovers.

  “But,” I immediately added, “I’ve been thinking a lot about you since we met up again earlier today. All day I’ve been getting more and more excited.”

  Judy looked pleased, and responded, “I’ve been getting turned on too, thinking about you coming over.” We moved closer on the couch and started to kiss. She moaned as we continued kissing, our lips and tongues sucking and licking. This time she didn’t pull away. We held each other, running our hands over each other’s breasts. I could feel her nipples getting hard with desire. We rolled sideways on the sofa, with her on the bottom and me lying on top. The tip of her tongue poked between my lips, which eagerly parted to encourage its entrance. As our tongues met, we began grinding our hips and breasts into each other. I could feel my pussy getting wet and hot. I put my hands on her ass-cheeks and held her as I rubbed and pushed my pussy against hers.

  We stopped kissing for a moment to catch our breath, and she looked into my eyes. It was the critical moment and I had a little twinge in my stomach at the idea that she might call a halt to what we were doing. Instead she kissed me on the cheek and, with her mouth very close to my ear, said, “Why don’t we go into the bedroom?”

  We got up and walked hand-in-hand through the door. Judy started to lift her T-shirt but I stopped her, turning her slowly so her back was to me. As her shirt came off, I ran my hands and fingers along her ribs and smooth stomach, eventually moving up to her breasts. They felt wonderful as I cupped them, running my thumbs over the nipples. She turned, dropping her cut-offs, unbuttoning my jeans and taking my T-shirt off. We were both nude, almost touching. I could feel the heat from her body, and my own body felt flushed and hot.

  She took my hand and we went to the bed. Judy pulled the covers off and lay on the cool sheets. I eased down next to her. No words were spoken. Our lips met again, and we lay back on the bed. Kneeling next to her, I moved down to kiss and suck her breasts, not believing how good it felt. Now I knew why my boyfriends liked doing it so much! My hand inched its way down to her pussy, past her pubic hair, and I lightly ran my fingers along her slit, parting her swollen labia. She shuddered, pushing against my hand with excitement. I wanted to taste her pussy, but sh
e pulled me back on the bed next to her.

  Judy started working her way down the front of my body, and I found myself holding my breath. She kissed the lips of my pussy, and I felt like I was going to melt. Her tongue went deep inside me, and I let go of my breath, arching my back and pressing my hips into her face. She held my thighs open and managed to keep contact with me as I bucked under her. She reached a place deep inside me with the end of her tongue, then wiggled it back and forth. Every muscle in my body jerked at once. My clitoris was rubbing against her face, and when I came I felt like a weight was being lifted off me. My pussy juices were all over Judy’s face. I took her face in my hands and licked off the shining drops. I’ve always liked doing that, even when my boyfriends go down on me. Judy obviously liked it too.

  Judy lay back on the bed with a sigh. I really wanted to taste her. Without any preliminaries I kissed her pussy, which was shining with moisture. My new lover’s pussy tasted a little salty, but wonderful. As my tongue slid up and down, occasionally diving into her vagina, Judy reacted like someone was shooting electricity through her. Her clit was standing up like a little light switch, and I was flicking it on and off with my tongue. Everywhere I touched with my tongue I got a reaction, and I loved it. She became more and more tense as her orgasm built. The lips of her pussy and the muscles in her legs were quivering. With a final tremor, Judy came, crying out my name, her legs flying in the air as she let go like an uncoiling spring.