Letters to Penthouse XXXXII

by Penthouse International

  Kevin got down on his knees, then reached up and undid my fly, pulling my trousers down along with my briefs. He helped me step out of my pants, then placed his hands on both sides of my naked ass, pulling my groin to his face. As he licked my cock and balls a few times I shuddered, and felt my erection grow even larger. Then all at once he opened his mouth and swallowed my entire length, sucking my virgin cock like there was no tomorrow.

  Although I had masturbated before, I’d never known a dick could be made to feel so good. His warm mouth enveloped my shaft as he bobbed back and forth, and in no time my cock was harder than it had ever been. My knees were shaking. Then, without warning, Kevin reached between my legs and gently squeezed my sac. That did it, and I filled his mouth with as much semen as I had and watched as he swallowed it all down.

  When we were done, Kevin helped me get dressed. I asked if there was anything I could do for him, and he said that was something we could discuss next time we saw each other. He then wrapped up my suit, rang me up, and I left.

  Over the next few weeks I stopped in the store whenever I could, and it wasn’t long before I was returning the favor. I was dying to know what a cock tasted like, and wanted Kevin to feel the pleasure he always gave to me. We were standing in the dressing room as usual, kissing and groping at one another, when I undid his pants and pushed them down to the floor.

  Kevin moaned as I took his stiffening cock in my hand and ran my fingers over its smooth surface. Getting down on my knees, I took a good look at his organ, as it was the only one other than my own that I’d seen this close. It looked quite similar to mine, with its purplish head and prominent veins, although it was slightly longer and thicker. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to fit him in my mouth, but I had come too far to turn back now.

  Extending my tongue, I flicked at the drop of precome perched on his cockhead, noting its salty taste. Then I licked my way up and down his shaft, inhaling his musky male fragrance. Finally, I took a deep breath and slid my lips over his entire member. I had underestimated my ability and was able to swallow more than I’d thought. Kevin gasped as I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his cock, trying not to scrape him with my teeth as I went. I was taking him farther and farther down my throat, and gagged at one point when I’d swallowed more than I’d bargained for. My throat constricted, and I guess it affected Kevin in a good way, because he grabbed my head and held it still as his come shot into my mouth. Swallowing, I drank down the gobs of cream, then looked up and licked my lips, proud of my first blowjob.

  That was one of the last times I saw Kevin, because I soon graduated and got a job in another city. Once there I went on a few blind dates, usually with women some of my well-meaning friends set me up with, but it never felt right to me. I wasn’t sure what was wrong, until I thought long and hard about my sexuality and realized what it was that I really wanted: a good, hard cock.

  So, one weekend I went to a local gay bar. I eventually struck up a conversation with a guy around my age named Justin, and we hit it off pretty well. Eventually we headed back to his place so that we could talk more freely than in the crowded, noisy bar. We sat on his couch with a couple of beers, and Justin made me feel really relaxed. I was ready to try something new, so I took the initiative and kissed him. We fooled around for a while, and then he stood up and stripped completely. His cock bobbed temptingly in front of me, so I thought back to Kevin and opened my mouth. I gave him a few good sucks before Justin pulled away and asked me to strip as well.

  Kneeling on the couch across from one another, we explored each other’s bodies, and soon he crouched down and took my rigid cock down his throat. Justin sucked hard, pumping the base with his fist as his other hand toyed with my nipples. Before I knew it, he was moving his hand around my waist, then snaking his finger into my virgin asshole, which surprised and thrilled me like nothing else. My knees buckled, and he barely saved me from falling to the floor as I came.

  Justin left the room for a moment, and then came back with a condom and a bottle of lubricant. Taking his cock into his hand, he rolled on the rubber then poured out a little lube. I summoned all my courage and turned around, resting my elbows on the couch’s arm. He smeared some lube over my puckered hole, and then slid in his index finger inside, wiggling it around to loosen me up. When I felt him replace the finger with his cockhead at my tight rear entrance, I tensed up at first but quickly relaxed myself. Then Justin grasped my hips firmly, and without further ado he plunged his hard cock into my anus. It was a little painful at first, but I found a position where it wasn’t so uncomfortable and soon felt nothing but the ultimate pleasure of a dick stretching my virgin hole.

  Justin held my hips tightly and began to thrust into me, faster and faster, his balls slapping against the tops of my thighs. I felt his cock scraping along my sphincter, and soon my cock was hard again, my balls constricting as I was overcome by a powerful arousal. Suddenly, Justin pulled me to his body and held me still, grunting as he filled the condom in my ass with his hot come. A split second later I came as well, showering the couch with semen, having never even touched my cock. That had never happened before, and I have to say I was a bit surprised, but pleased nonetheless.

  Afterward, we both showered, and then went to bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms. I awoke the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee, eggs and bacon, which he served me in bed. When I left, we made plans for dinner later that week, and were soon dating rather frequently. That was eight years ago, and I will never be able to thank Kevin enough for the path he led me on, or my husband, Justin, for all the happiness he has given me.

  —Mr. C.Y., Waimanalo Beach, Hawaii

  How It All Began… Lover of Lingerie Reveals the Origin of His Special Desire

  For the longest time, I’ve had an affinity for women’s lingerie. Anything from an exotic embroidered bustier to a simple satin bra-and-panty set will start my cock throbbing. Since my wedding, I’ve always made sure to purchase lots of sexy goodies for my wife, whether it be from mail-order catalogs or erotic boutiques.

  My wife discovered how serious my lust for her dainty undergarments is when I caught her placing some delicious items in with the regular wash. I immediately scolded her and proceeded to instruct her on how to properly hand wash the articles. She was absolutely shocked by my expertise in lingerie care and has been needling me to reveal the source of my knowledge ever since, but I haven’t shared that information with her, or anyone else, until now.

  In my final year of college, I lived on campus in a coed dorm. The majority of the residents on my floor were women, and we shared a unisex lavatory and showers, which made the accommodations a dream come true.

  On many occasions I caught a brief glimpse of bare breasts or ass when I entered the lavatory. The girls never seemed to care, though, and would smile and go about their business. It was almost as if they enjoyed teasing me with their flesh. Needless to say, living in such an environment made me incessantly horny. As the semester progressed, it seemed as if I couldn’t walk into the bathroom without finding one of the girls wrapped in a towel or prancing around wearing nothing but a bra and panties.

  One night, around mid-semester, I came home super-horny and went to the bathroom where I found a clothesbasket half-filled with delicate lingerie. Now, I had never been one for anything kinky, but the second I saw the lingerie my cock sprang to attention—perhaps because I hadn’t gotten laid in a while. I walked over and lifted up the pink satin panties that sat atop the pile. As I ogled the undies an overwhelming urge to sniff them came over me, so I brought the panties to my face and inhaled. A rich, sexual aroma filled my lungs and had my dick nearly bursting through my jeans.

  It was at that point that my libido got the better of me; I slipped the panties into my pocket and raced back to my room. When I removed the treasure from my pocket, I found out why the odor was so prominent; the panties were freshly dampened with the love juices of one of my neighbors. Barely able to contain myself
, I ran the moist crotch of the silky-soft undergarment across my face to get another whiff of the lusty fragrance. I then proceeded to wrap the panties around my rigid staff and began masturbating.

  As I stroked myself, I tried to remember which of my lovely neighbors I had seen wearing the pretty undies, but I couldn’t, so I imagined them being the property of the hottest girl on the floor, Audrey. Audrey was a gorgeous natural blond with hazel-green eyes and an unbelievably perfect body. I once had the pleasure of seeing her step out of the shower dripping wet. I remember nearly drooling as the water droplets gloriously rolled across her magnificent tits and down her taut torso. When she caught me leering at her, she smiled and said, “What are you looking at, you naughty boy?”

  With the memory of Audrey’s flesh flowing through my mind, I began to picture her standing before me while I knelt at her feet. I then imagined sliding the pretty panties from her hips to reveal her delicious, dripping mound. When the fantasy brought me close to an orgasm, I fell to my knees, tilted my head back with my eyes closed and pulled furiously on my dick for some release.

  A moment later, I was ready to come and leaned forward, reopening my eyes. When I did, I immediately released the grip on my shaft in a panic. My dream had turned into a nightmare, because there was Audrey standing in the doorway wearing a terry-cloth robe. Speechless and embarrassed beyond belief, I quickly began unwinding the panties from about my throbbing cock, but Audrey stopped my actions by asking, “Aren’t you going to finish?” I could not believe what I’d heard, so I glanced up and found her with a devilish grin on her face. “Since you went to the trouble to take them and all, you should at least finish.”

  Well, I had no intention of finishing, at least not in front of her anyway, so I resumed untangling the panties from my dick and stood. However, Audrey pushed me onto the bed and said, “Come on, I wanna see that thing squirt, you naughty little boy.”

  Frustrated and unsure of what to do, I said “no” and began pulling up my pants while trying to return the wrinkled undergarment to her. Audrey’s mood then changed from playful to domineering as she said, “No? It would be a shame if I had to call campus security on you.” She then paused for a moment before fiercely throwing the underwear in my face and saying, “Let’s go, I don’t have all night.”

  I wasn’t sure if Audrey was serious or not, and I wasn’t about to find out. I slid down my jeans and began stroking my hard cock for her. However, Audrey immediately stopped me saying, “No, wrap them around your cock.” So I slipped the panties over my cock and started again, but Audrey again stopped me. “No, tie it up tight, like it was before. I want to see every vein and your cockhead turn a pretty shade of purple.”

  I tied and twisted the panties around my cock good and tight as she demanded before resuming. I jerked my rod as fast as I could, hoping to spill my load quickly, but my haste didn’t please Audrey. “Slow down,” she commanded. “Take your time.” After a moment or two of watching me, she continued giving directions. “Squeeze it… stroke it,” she urged.

  When five minutes of slow stroking went by, Audrey became impatient. “Come on… come for me!” But I couldn’t. The frustration of having her beautiful body so close to me yet not being able to touch it was delaying my release.

  Finally she said, “Maybe this will help,” and she dropped her robe, revealing her magnificent tits and golden bush. My heart began to pound at the sight of Audrey’s beautiful flesh. She strolled over to the bed, straddled my head between her thighs and planted her delicious cunt on my face. I lapped at her beautiful hole like I was starving and it was my only source of nourishment.

  Audrey rubbed her pussy back and forth across my face while my hands pulled at my swollen dick. She pushed me back on the bed and then swung around so we were in a 69. Now I alternated between massaging her clit and trying to jam my entire tongue into her slit while she massaged my balls and sucked my entire cock into her throat.

  Our lust-filled exercise continued unabated for what seemed like an hour before I felt myself reach the brink of orgasm. Then, suddenly, it started. My whole body began to tingle and Audrey knew it, because she began fucking my dick with her mouth, furiously slamming it down her throat from tip to base. Hoping to get her off simultaneously, I sucked her clit between my lips while frantically rubbing and flicking my tongue against it.

  Audrey moaned and her entire body began to convulse. My body tensed up and I began to shoot my long-awaited load. As my cock erupted, Audrey began sucking hard on the head and it drove me absolutely crazy. My dick spasmed and spasmed, shooting gobs and gobs of creamy come into her mouth. She swallowed every pearly drop until we both collapsed in a pool of sweat.

  In a swoon of contentment, I started to drift off to sleep but was startled when Audrey jumped up from the bed. She put on her robe and said, “Come with me.” I slowly sat up, confused by her request. She then demanded, “Come on… and take that off,” referring to the panties still tangled around the base of my cock.

  I stood, removed the panties and put on a robe. Audrey led me into her dorm room, where she pointed to a clothesbasket and said, “Since you’ve been such a naughty boy, you must hand wash everything in there.” Audrey realized that her directive startled me, so she smiled and said, “If you do a good job, you may get a reward.” From that night on, I washed Audrey’s lingerie every week for the rest of the semester and never once failed to receive a reward.

  —Mr. T.P., Jefferson City, Missouri

  Student-Cum-Stud Spices Up Marriage of Shapely Professor

  My husband, Bob, is tall, slender, and in good shape from working out regularly. I’m also in good shape, but it must be genetic, since all I do is jog a little and eat right. I’m tall too, with long auburn hair and nicely shaped long legs that lead to a tight ass. My breasts are not large, but they are shapely and, according to Bob, big enough for him.

  Bob and I have been married for seven years. He’s a manager for a leading electronics company, and I teach at the local university. I teach psychology and enjoy it a lot. This semester I’m doing a graduate seminar on “Alternative Human Sexuality.” Research for teaching this class led me to some reflection on our sex life—and the realization that it was enjoyable but getting pretty staid. The class gave me some wonderful ideas as to how to spice it up.

  I had one star student, Richard, who always presented unusual and provocative papers. One was a narrative of a three-way involving two men and one woman, in which the men pleasured the woman and each other as well. Reading the class papers at home often got me wet, but this one stuck in my head and became part of a regular fantasy for me. It was so incredibly descriptive and well written I had to believe it was both true and an absolutely wonderful experience for Richard.

  Later that night when Bob and I went to bed I was horny. I reached under the covers and began stroking Bob’s cock and telling him about the paper that caused me to get so hot. I was surprised at how fast my husband’s organ stiffened under my ministrations, and I attributed it to his interest in my student’s paper. He wound up shooting his come all over my hand. Later, he went down on me, ably returning the favor.

  After our lovemaking I asked him if the story excited him, and Bob said that it had. The thought of a threesome was such a turn-on, he said. I asked him bluntly if he’d like to go all the way with me and another guy. I was curious what his reaction would be, but he said he was confident enough of our love to think it might put a kick in our sex life, and he’d be willing to experiment.

  We left it at that for the time being, especially since I’d never get involved with a member of one of my classes. After exams, however, I had the group over for wine and cheese and a discussion of the seminar. Among them was Richard, an exceedingly handsome and well-muscled man in his late twenties who had been a competitive swimmer as an undergraduate. When the party dissolved, Richard lingered at my suggestion.

  As we talked, our conversation became increasingly intimate. Bob came home late from enter
taining clients and joined us for a drink. He turned on HBO and the movie was Basic Instinct, always a sensual turn-on for me. Richard asked me if his three-way paper had appealed to me, and when I said it had, he told us the whole story.

  All three of us were turned on. Bob’s semi-erect cock was clearly visible through his thin cotton pants, and I thought I could see a small wet spot, too. All this combined to make me wet as well. I felt my juices lubricating my pussy. I turned down the lights and invited both guys to sit on the couch with me.

  Bob started it by moving his hand inside my blouse and bra and gently caressing my nipple. This electrified me, especially since it was being done in front of Richard. I squirmed as Bob continued his play, pushing aside my bra so he could cup my whole breast in his hand. He invited Richard to help him unbutton my blouse, and soon they had it and my bra off, exposing both nipples, which were hard and sensitive.

  Richard leaned over and took one nipple in his mouth, sending electric shocks through my body and stimulating another rush of wetness between my legs. I wanted to fuck, and I reached over to undo Richard’s pants. Needless to say, he was hard and the head of his cock was already wet. I began to stroke him and then helped him off with his pants. In no time the three of us were naked, our clothes abandoned in the urgency of lust.