Letters to Penthouse XXXXII

by Penthouse International

  In a curious way, I was aroused by Tim’s near-perfect body. As for Liz, she stared at our young friend with a look of longing on her face. Tim swam across the pool toward my wife, his chiseled body gliding across the water in smooth, effortless strokes. I was right behind him, and soon we were at my wife’s side. Our cocks had shriveled from the shock of the chilly pool water, but Liz quickly fixed that. She turned and kissed me, then Tim, going back and forth between us until we were both stone-hard.

  Liz reached between Tim’s muscular legs and took his cock in her hand. Obviously excited by her touch, he groaned with pleasure. Then she turned to me, dipped her hand under the water and scooped up my erect cock to playfully stroke me as well.

  I knew my wife was eager to get busy with our new studly friend, so I drifted away to give them time alone. Besides, watching my wife with another man was a lot more arousing than I could have ever guessed it to be. In fact, I had been hesitant to try a threeway before because I thought it would disturb me to see my wife with another guy. I couldn’t have been more wrong!

  I watched in heated anticipation as my wife stroked Tim’s eager cock, her naked breasts bobbing in the water, nipples at full attention. He reached his hand underneath the water and found her pussy. He massaged it slowly, kissing her neck and ears. Soon they were splashing about in the water, grabbing and clutching at each other’s unfamiliar body parts.

  An ominous rumbling in the sky interrupted their fondling, and once the rain started coming down we hurriedly made our way out of the pool. We ran to the house for cover and stood in the kitchen, puddles forming on the floor from our dripping bodies. My wife quickly handed out towels, and Tim gently rubbed her body dry, rubbing the towel between her legs and staring at her firm breasts and erect nipples.

  My wife started toward the stairs, saying that she was going to prepare the bedroom. Once Tim and I were completely dry, we made our way upstairs. We found the bedroom illuminated by the soft flicker of candles. The spicy scent of cinnamon wafted through the room. The storm was really blowing up outside, wind crashing against the windows and thunder echoing throughout the sky; the room was so peaceful in contrast. My wife was lying on the bed, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders.

  Climbing into bed, I kissed her neck and then ran my tongue down to the hollow between her breasts. I outlined her areolas with the tip of my tongue, and finally made my way down to her sweet pussy. Burying my head between her soft thighs, I lapped away at her clit. She moaned softly, but before I could really get going, she stopped me so she could lean over and grab Tim’s hand.

  Without hesitation, he reached for my wife’s nipples and tweaked them one at a time. I went down on Liz once again, her musky scent mixed with the faint smell of the pool water’s chlorine. It wasn’t long before my wife was writhing in the throes of an intense orgasm. Once she had recovered, she got on her knees and took Tim’s cock into her mouth. She licked his full length from below his ball sac to the tip of his shaft, making him groan. I took my cock in hand and slowly stroked it as I watched my wife caress this young man’s ass, balls, and thighs.

  Liz continued sucking Tim until he announced he was going to come. Then she pulled his stiff member from her mouth, and we both watched as his fully loaded cock let loose spurt after spurt of creamy come all over her face.

  I took that as my cue to fuck my sexy wife. We put on a great show for Tim, with me driving my cock into Liz as she grunted and groaned with delight. When we paused to change positions, with Liz getting on top, Tim, who was erect once again, positioned himself behind my wife. After a few minutes of back-rubbing, his hands made their way down to her ass. He licked his index finger and started working it slowly into her anus. Soon I felt her cunt muscles tighten around my cock and saw her shudder with release. I came moments later, pulling out of her pussy to shoot come all over my wife’s belly and breasts.

  After that I stood behind Tim to massage his balls and play with his asshole while he fucked my wife from behind. It was arousing to touch another man, and even more arousing to be rocking to the rhythm of another couple’s fucking. Tim came after a few minutes, painting my wife’s ass cheeks with his creamy load. Afterward, we all collapsed into an exhausted pile of limbs on the bed.

  Tim spent the night with us, and the next morning we had a threeway again, only this time Tim pummeled my wife’s vagina while I fucked her in the ass. Liz and I even introduced Tim to the wonders of sensual massage.

  Our favorite technique was to have Tim lie naked facedown, so I could massage his legs and back while Liz attended to his head and arms. Then we had him roll over so my wife could massage his thighs and ever so slowly graze her hands past his balls to his always-ready dick. We’d take turns unmercifully arousing him until we knew he was ready to shoot.

  Needless to say, we were sorry to see Tim leave for grad school last fall, but we call him occasionally and made a point of visiting him at the university. And today we got a phone call saying that he’ll be coming next week to spend the summer—we can’t wait!

  —Mr. P.T., Hot Springs, Arkansas

  Graduate Student Passes Oral Exam with Flying Colors

  The first thing I noticed about Kerri was her mouth; she had plump pink lips, white teeth that would bite her bottom lip daintily and a delicate-looking tongue that would snake out to wet the bowed tip of her upper lip. Oh, the rest of her was equally attractive. She had endless waves of long, blonde hair, blue eyes and firm, perky tits. At least that’s how I imagined they’d look without the tight blouses she always wore to class. But no matter what she was wearing, I always kept coming back to that mouth.

  I am a graduate student and a teacher’s assistant for a professor who’s been at our university for as long as anyone could remember. He gave the same lectures during his hour-long classes year after year, so I was free to let both my mind and my eyes roam from my seat off to the side of his desk. And somehow, no matter what else was going on in class, they always stopped at Kerri.

  She usually sat in the front row of the professor’s graduate-level class last semester, which is how I ended up developing a preoccupation with her mouth. The day she clamped her pen between her teeth and began unconsciously swirling it around, I had a hard-on so resilient that I was forced to stay in my seat for a good fifteen minutes after the students had left. It’s no wonder that I began to fantasize about my cock sliding in and out of those sweet-looking lips. In fact, that’s exactly what I was thinking about when she approached me after class one day.

  She seemed a little hesitant, so I smiled brightly, ignoring the throbbing of my dick. “What can I do for you?” I asked.

  She caught her delectable lower lip between her teeth and swung her hair away from her face. “I was wondering if you might like to come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night.”

  I couldn’t believe my ears, or my luck, and I stared at her for a moment without responding. Kerri shrugged and shifted. “I mean, you seem to be looking at me a lot, and I figured that since I’m majoring in the same thing as you, we’d have a lot in common.” Her tongue came out to wet the dip above her top lip, and again, I was speechless. Then her face reddened slightly and she lowered her eyes. “I’m sorry. Maybe this was a mistake.”

  “No,” I assured her quickly. “I’d love to have dinner with you.” Kerri’s mouth curved into a smile and she leaned forward and scribbled her address—an apartment off campus—on the corner of my notebook. “Six o’clock?” she asked.

  I nodded eagerly, and I would have risen to walk her to the door if my cock hadn’t been a noticeable swell in the crotch of my pants. She said good-bye and left for her next class.

  When I knocked on Kerri’s door the next evening I expected her to open it dressed in the same sort of clothes she usually wore to class. Instead, Kerri stood there in a revealing white sundress, and I could most definitely see the duskiness of her nipples beneath the thin material. Her lips, painted hot pink and looking almost obscenely glossy, curved i
nto a devilish smile. “Come right in,” she said, her voice a little breathier than usual. She didn’t move from the doorway as I stepped inside, so I was forced to brush against her body as I passed. She smelled delicious—spicy and sweet—and I found myself mesmerized again by her mouth.

  Taking me by the hand, Kerri led me through the apartment, and I hesitated as we walked past the kitchen. “Where are we going?” I asked.

  She looked over her shoulder. “Do you mind if we eat dinner a little later? Right now, I’m hungry for something a little more… substantial.” Without another word, she took my hand and led me straight into her bedroom.

  I wasn’t about to argue with that, especially when a moment later Kerri pushed me up against the wall, wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned into me. She ground her pelvis against my dick, which strained to escape from the prison of my pants. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you stare at my mouth when I talk?” she asked. “How you shift in your seat when you watch me during lectures?” As I searched for an answer to her questions, she traced the outline of my ear with the tip of her tongue. I let out a groan. “I’ve been dreaming of this since I noticed your erection one day after class.” Her hand slid down my chest and squeezed my cock.

  I stood there, still unable to speak, as she slithered down my body and made quick work of unbuttoning my pants. She didn’t bother pulling them all the way off. She merely let out a sigh of pleasure when my cock sprang free and stood at attention before her.

  I watched as she licked her pink lips and then placed them over my throbbing cockhead. Her warm, wet mouth was heaven, and I threaded my hands through her hair as she began slowly pumping my shaft in her fist.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” I whispered before she plunged her mouth down over my length and swallowed me to the balls. I moaned and tightened my hands in her hair. I’d been deep-throated before, but never so vigorously or enthusiastically. And when my orgasm began to build and my balls were aching and twitching with the impending explosion, Kerri slowed her pace and licked me like an ice-cream cone.

  Her tongue flicked over my shaft and around my throbbing head, and she scraped her teeth erotically against my ultra-sensitized skin. It was such sweet torture that I began to tremble. I was aching for release, but the ache was such a good one that I endured the agony, my head falling back as I groaned from deep in my throat.

  Kerri’s hands began to roam as she continued licking my cock. First they were on my thighs, and then they moved to my ass, where they teased my crack. It wasn’t long before she plunged her fingers between my cheeks and discovered my asshole. I sucked in a breath as her forefinger played at the surface of that tight pucker. By that time, her tongue had worked its way down my shaft and she was now licking and sucking my balls.

  I looked down at her and she met my gaze. Her blue eyes were glazed over with intense desire, while her pink mouth played prettily at my sac. I’d never been so turned on in my life. That is, until her tongue left my balls and she nudged my legs apart with her face. That’s when her tongue joined her finger at my asshole and she alternately licked around the opening and pushed her finger inside the smooth canal.

  I was ready to explode. I began to groan, pant and tug at her hair. Sensing my imminent eruption, Kerri pushed her finger farther into my asshole and plunged her mouth back onto my cock. It took me all of two seconds to send my come spurting down her throat, and she held me there for a while longer and sucked me until she’d swallowed every last drop of my load.

  The pleasure that Kerri had given me with her mouth had been so intense that I was light-headed. I looked at her in amazement as she rose from her kneeling position and then pushed me down on her bed.

  “My turn,” she said as she climbed up next to me and pulled up her white dress. When I caught sight of her neatly trimmed bush and glistening pussy, almost unbelievably I felt my cock getting hard again. I started to rise, dying to fuck her, but she pushed me back to my horizontal position. “Only your tongue needs to work now,” she said, and her boldness turned me on even more. Then she pulled her dress the rest of the way over her head. Her tits were as high and firm as I had imagined, and I groaned as she climbed on top of me.

  Spreading her legs, Kerri settled herself over my mouth, and I inhaled the musky scent of her cunt. Then, closing my eyes, I stuck my tongue into the depths of her slit. It was the sweetest pussy I’d ever tasted, and I licked over her pink folds and from her clit to her asshole while she moaned and writhed atop me. Then I grasped her hips and held her still so that I could flick at her sensitive nub with the tip of my tongue. I could tell the pressure was right when she began to whimper and dig her fingers into my shoulders.

  I knew that Kerri was going to come soon, but I wanted to prolong her ecstasy as she’d done for me. In order to do that, I alternated between flicking her clit and fucking her with my tongue, periodically changing speeds according to her reactions.

  Very soon, Kerri began bucking against me, her breasts bouncing wildly with her erratic movements. I reached up and caressed her nipples as I let her ride my face. My tongue was all over her pussy as I ate her, and she moaned and panted my name until she tensed and came against my mouth. I swallowed the new flood of her juices and kept my mouth in place until she trembled through a final aftershock and then rolled off me.

  We kissed deeply after that, both of us still a bit too dazed to speak or do anything else, for that matter. Then, with satisfied smiles, we put our clothes back on and went to the kitchen for the second course of our dinner. It turned out we really did have a lot in common, and we have been enjoying each other’s company for the past few months. But the greatest of those shared interests remains our love of oral sex, and Kerri’s mouth has got to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

  —Mr. M.T., Boston, Massachusetts

  Even When We’re Apart, My Boyfriend Can Still Drive Me Absolutely Wild

  First, let me commend you on a terrific magazine. I discovered it on an airport newsstand a few years ago, and now I’m a regular subscriber. Reading the letters from people just like me has opened my eyes to many new sexual variations, and has contributed a lot to my acquired pleasures.

  Recently, I met someone who has many of the same thoughts and attitudes regarding sex as I do. Since I live in a fairly small town, I despaired of ever finding a man who was as open and adventurous as I am. That was, until I met Jack.

  This gorgeous creature came into my life while he was working toward his MBA and serving a business internship in my little town. The finest relationship of my life started with a friendly conversation at a bar and has grown into something strong and wonderful after a year of terrifically erotic love letters and intimate midnight phone calls. You see, Jack had to go back to school to finish his degree, and the university that he attends is more than 500 miles away. We don’t get to see each other often, and as a result, $150 monthly phone bills are a regular occurrence.

  Still, even with that distance, we manage to keep things hot. Jack can talk me into a frenzy when we’re on the telephone, and the things that he writes in his letters keep my juices flowing. With a few well-chosen words of his, I can imagine the masculine warmth of his muscular chest pressed against my heaving breasts. His kiss, as he describes it, takes my breath away, and I can remember how it feels when he lightly brushes his lips against my neck and shoulders. My nipples harden when I think about how he can suck and nibble on them for hours. When we’re together, Jack always touches and tastes every available inch of my body. In his phone calls and letters he reminds me of that, and every nerve ending in my body tingles with delight when I let his sexy words wash over me.

  I can feel his warm breath on my pussy as he parts my labia with his tongue and paints them with coat after coat of saliva. Sometimes it’s hard to keep hold of myself when I think of Jack, as my cunt throbs so hard at the memory of his skillful oral caresses. I love how he makes me beg him to fuck me and then enters me so slowly and seductively.
Teasing me with his cock, he takes me up mountains I’ve never climbed before until I’m pleading with him again, this time to make me come. Then he pumps into my cunt with such overwhelming perfection, such perfect rhythm and drive. His stamina is incredible and he keeps on fucking me until my pussy is practically screaming for relief. Whispering into my ear (since he isn’t really there—it’s just a sexy voice traveling over the telephone wire), he tells me to let go, to come, and I do, his words prolonging my orgasm as I scream and babble into the receiver.

  Then I hear him say that he has reached his climax as well, filling his hand with his hot cream, and that makes me come even harder. Once we have both come, he tells me that he loves me and bids me good night. By then I am exhausted and I sleep well, because the second best thing to being with Jack is seeing him in my dreams.

  Recently, I went to visit Jack at school. Classes hadn’t actually started, so things were pretty quiet around campus. The week we spent together was one of the best experiences of my entire life. It was late summer, and though the air got chilly at night, the days were warm and sunny—though it could have rained every day for all I cared, because I was with the love of my life and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other for a minute.

  The entire time I was there, Jack seemed to have a permanent hard-on. I took advantage of this situation, since his cock is so beautiful that I wanted to see it as much as possible. I can never contain the urge to sample it anew every time I’m near him. I have to stroke his thick shaft with my tongue, suck the large, round head and his pendulous balls, and nibble and fondle the entire package until he fills my mouth with his sweet cream. I do it everywhere and anywhere, such as when we’re driving over highways, hillsides, and side streets, and even when we’re parked. Anytime we can get away with it, Jack’s cock is in my mouth. I even sucked him in a back hallway of a museum once!