Letters to Penthouse XV

by Penthouse International

  I pulled Suzi on top of me in a 69 and held on to her thighs as she ground her hips across my face. I could taste the strange men's sperm as it slid out onto my tongue, and wondered how hard they had fucked her and whether she enjoyed having them more than she enjoys having me. With every mouthful of come that I sucked in, I became closer to my wife and the two lovers who had left their mark in her cunt. It was like I was fucking three people instead of just one.

  Suzi used her pussy muscles to squeeze the juices out for me, making sure that I'd get all she had to offer. After she had her third or fourth orgasm, she jumped off and kissed me, our faces becoming a mess of sperm, spit and sweat. My lips, cheeks and chin were glazed like doughnuts.

  I was getting ready to come myself and wanted my wife to be filled like never before. I grabbed a hold of my cock and laid her out in front of me so I could stick it in her. Penetration was no problem, considering how much dick was in her earlier that night. With one push I was deep inside her and pounding away. It wasn't going to be long before I'd make a deposit of my own and would have another load to coax from her cunt.

  I spent the rest of the night giving Suzi head, periodically dipping a finger in her to get whatever I missed with my tongue. I managed to give her yet another load that I ate out before we both went to sleep exhausted and happy from the orgasms we'd shared.

  It was a great evening that, far from satisfying my urge to taste other men's come, only made me hungry for more. Suzi and I have decided to make this a permanent part of our sex life and I'm already excitedly anticipating my next sperm delivery!—P.W., Chicago, Illinois

  COME CONNOISSEUR ENJOYS SAVORING HIS FAVORITE POST-COITAL COCKTAIL

  There's nothing I like better than going down on my wife after I've fucked her. She doesn't climax during sex and she's told me she never has, so I always have an excuse to eat her pussy for hours after we've been intimate, and tasting my juices has become a wonderful by-product of this.

  I first got a taste for my own sperm, no pun intended, when a girl I was dating in college kissed me right after sucking my cock. I thought she had swallowed my load, but she had a surprise for me. She spit a huge, salty clot of come back into my mouth without any warning, swirling it around with her tongue before I felt it trickle down my throat like I thought it had trickled down hers. Far from being disgusted, I actually appreciated the taste. It was such a thrill doing something so forbidden. I certainly wouldn't have thought of doing that on my own! The whole thing was incredibly sexy, and I felt incredibly sexy after doing it. Soon it became common in our lovemaking that she would let me taste myself after we had oral sex.

  A few months after Jennifer and I got married, we were talking about some experiences we'd had in the past and a couple of things that we wanted to try now, and I let her know how much I like the taste of my own come. She was surprised but also intrigued. She told me she'd never met a guy who had tasted his own sperm before, and even though she was a little reluctant at first, she warmed up to the idea pretty quickly. That night we decided we should give it a try.

  Jennifer's not a deep-throat queen or anything like that, but she's a real good cocksucker in her own right and always knows what gets me off. That first night, she got me hard with her mouth, licking the shaft up and down, taking my balls lovingly between her lips and rolling them around, driving her tongue between them and teasing them with her fingers. She uses some good hand action when she blows me too, getting her palms nice and slippery with her saliva so she can jerk me off while she's catching her breath. ***

  Jennifer's pussy gets very wet when she sucks my dick. I could tell how excited she was when I reached down and started twirling her pubic hair around and sliding my finger between her cunt lips. I rested on her clit for a few seconds, flicking it back and forth and teasing her before I stuck my finger deep inside her and drew her moisture out. I took a little taste just to see what the evening held in store for me. I was looking forward to everything she had.

  I pulled Jennifer's lips open and started to enter her. I fucked her for a long time, letting a lot of come build up in my balls before I allowed myself to erupt. I plunged myself in deep and right at the moment when it felt like I was ready to come, I pulled back so that just the head of my prick was inside her. Then I let loose with a blast that drew my nuts up far into my torso. My orgasm went on for a long time, and it felt like I deposited a lot of sperm inside her. Then I positioned myself at the junction of Jennifer's thighs to dive in and retrieve it!

  I laid Jennifer back on the bed. Her thighs were sticky and moist and clung to each other briefly when I started to pull them apart. Jenny's pubes were drenched with all the sweat and jism we worked up, and I was on it in no time. I closed my eyes for a second and breathed in deep, taking in the aroma of all the come and cunt juice filling the air. I nuzzled my face to her belly and got ready to dive down for my forbidden treasure.

  With my tongue broad and flat, I made my way up from Jenny's asshole, lingering for a second on her wide, stretched-out pussy. She was still dilated from our sex session, so wide that I was able to get the whole width of my tongue pretty deep between her lips and up inside her. Between the fucking I had just given her and the action of my probing tongue, Jennifer was as turned on as I was! But I was determined to get her off before I had my treat.

  I pressed the point of my tongue to her clit and swirled it around, sending shivers through the both of us. I reached up and peeled back her clit hood to concentrate on her love button and help her get off. Jennifer grabbed my head and drew me closer to her cunt, pressing my lips against her nether lips as I continued to lick her and bring her closer to orgasm. The whole time my cock got stiffer and stiffer as the anticipation for my treat grew and grew.

  My payoff came when the mixture of pussy juice and come started trickling out of Jenny's pussy. A milky white secretion had collected at the opening of her pussy, creating a wildly sexual contrast to the pinkness of her cunt. I lightly touched my tongue to the pooling liquid, not wanting to rush things, hoping that first taste would last as long as possible. The sharp taste of Jennifer's wetness and my sperm leaked into my mouth until I couldn't go another minute. I shot like a pistol, soaking the sheets with the paltry amount of sperm I had left before I even got a chance to enter Jennifer again.

  It's hard to describe just what it is about the taste of come and pussy that's so intoxicating. There's a combination of earthy sexual flavors that's incredible. It's something that you can only really notice while you're having sex or giving someone head. I'm glad that there are adult magazines like yours that give men the chance to share our turn-ons with other guys (and gals!) who may not have experienced them. Yet!—D.G., Oakland, California

  WIFE-PLEASING HUBBY FINDS SPERM-EATING TO BE HIS NEW FAVORITE PASTIME

  A few years ago my husband Marc decided to give himself over to my sexual desires completely and without question. Our agreement was simple: I could do what I wanted—to him, with him or without him—and he would willingly go along with it. We've been married for more than fifteen years after originally meeting at a swinger's club on the East Coast. He's eight years younger than I am and often looks to my greater experience to guide him.

  While I call the shots in our sexual relationship, I respect his limits and don't try to get him to do anything he doesn't immediately agree to. The one thing that I always thought he needed was an understanding of what male come tastes like. I'd suggested that maybe he could learn a thing or two from sucking another man's cock, but he said that the thought of being with another man sexually made him feel weird. That being the case, I decided he could find out the next best way: by sucking another man's come out of my pussy right after I've been fucked.

  I'm allowed to satisfy my needs with anyone else I choose and don't have to explain myself. Marc is comfortable with this and always patiently waits for me to come home from my dates. One night I had arranged to meet one of my steady lovers, but this time I didn't tell Marc about it like I
usually do. Instead I told him I was going shopping with a friend and that I'd be home when I got home. Then I asked him to wait up for me.

  When I returned home from my night out, Marc was sitting up for me, just like I asked him to do. After hanging up my coat, he asked how my evening was and wanted to know if he could get me anything to eat. “No, I'm not hungry right now, love,” I told him, “but you look as if you could use a little snack.”

  Marc looked at me quizzically. “I don't understand,” he started. “I ate before you—”

  I reached down and raised my skirt. “No, I think you want to have something to eat, don't you?”

  “Oh, yes,” he smiled, clearly psyched that I was offering myself up to him. “Yes, I think that would be wonderful. I guess I would enjoy a tasty treat!”

  I asked him to prepare the bedroom for us after shaving his face, then I sat down on the couch and waited for him to come out and let me know that all was ready. When he came back to the living room to fetch me, I asked him to go back into the bedroom, strip himself naked and wait for me on the bed. Marc gives excellent head for a man, and I was looking forward to what was about to happen, for several reasons!

  I joined him a few minutes later. As requested, he was lying on the bed naked, his head propped up on a pillow, with an anticipatory grin on his face. I straddled his hips and began scooting upward until my butt was squarely on his chest and my pussy was just inches from his mouth.

  Making sure to keep my eyes glued to Marc's face, I allowed him to lick me. He often doesn't have to think too much when he services me, since I always know what I want and, admittedly, am impatient to get it. Humping his face isn't unusual when he eats me. In fact, sometimes it's more like I'm fucking his tongue with my pussy than he's licking me. I held his head firmly between my hands and began to pleasure myself with him. Soon I got just the reaction I was hoping for.

  Marc's eyes opened wide when he realized that mine weren't the only bodily fluids he was tasting! To my surprise and, I'll admit, immense pleasure, he didn't pull away like I thought he might. With a wanting, almost inquisitive look on his face, he redoubled his efforts and applied himself to eating me—eating us, I should say!—taking in all the scents and tastes I had for him. He was enjoying himself so much, I thought I'd join him in his reverie.

  “So, love,” I asked between moans, “do you find anything different down there?”

  “Yes,” he mumbled, his mouth full, before getting back to the business at hand—or should I say, at tongue.

  I began to tell Marc of the liaison I had earlier in the evening. “The man whose come you're tasting is a new find. His name is Clark,” I offered as another tiny orgasm shook through me. “He's black, and he's got a huge organ. Much bigger than yours.” Marc's response to that started deep down in his throat but was muffled by my pussy against his mouth. “I told him that you'd be tasting him later, and do you know what he said? He said that if you wanted, he could come here and you could suck him yourself. Would you like to do that, love?”

  Again, I couldn't hear Marc's reaction, but from the expression on his face I could tell he was excited. So I went on, “I told him that wouldn't be necessary, because you'd have him in your mouth soon enough.”

  Marc concentrated even harder on what he was doing, savoring the taste that was alien to him but I knew that he enjoyed. “I hope you're grateful for this,” I said. “I could have been greedy and let him come in my mouth, but I wanted to make sure that you could appreciate him as much as I did. I wanted him to come in my mouth, you know.”

  A few moments later, after I had finished with my orgasms, I asked Marc what he thought of his virgin taste of male come. “It was interesting,” he told me, looking down at the floor rather sheepishly, “but to be honest, that wasn't my first taste of a man's come. It was the first time I've had another man's discharge on my tongue, but when I used to masturbate I've been known to sample my own sperm,” he confessed.

  I couldn't believe what I was hearing, so I asked him to tell me all about one of the times he did that. Evidently, there were still some things about my husband that he had never before revealed to me!

  To make sure Marc was telling me the truth, I instructed him to pleasure himself to climax while I watched. He immediately wrapped his fist around his shaft and went to work. After he ejaculated his load onto his stomach, I watched as he ran a finger through the puddle he had made and slid it between his lips. I made a point of asking Marc whose sperm he enjoyed more, and he told me that he liked the taste of Clark's more than his own. I told Marc that I'd let Clark fill me again and he could again enjoy it the way it was meant to be enjoyed: straight from my cunt.—J.E., Long Island, New York

  OLD SEAMAN REMINISCES ABOUT THE NIGHT HE BECAME A TRUE SEMEN LOVER

  I'm a sixty-two-year-old man who's been married to the same woman for almost forty years. My wife is fifty-nine, and even though her once-dark hair has turned silver over time, she's still the most beautiful thing in the world to me. There's nothing I wouldn't do to please her, and she knows that. Many few years ago I got to prove the depths of my love to her when she asked for a special favor that involved spending an evening with an old boyfriend of hers.

  Angie always had a kinky side to her, even before it was considered fashionable like it is today, and I found out quickly what being with her would mean. I'd met her while I was on liberty during a stint in the navy. What I thought was just a fling turned out to be a lifelong proposition.

  One night shortly after I was out of the navy, Angie had expressed a desire to bed two men at the same time. Of course one was going to be me, and the other would be an old boyfriend of hers whom she had kept in contact with over the years. They were very close during their relationship and had remained close since she'd broken up with him.

  When the big night came, we started things off with a nice steak dinner for three, and set the mood with some dancing and some drinks. When Angie was sufficiently aroused, we drove to a motel and checked in. Then the fun began!

  The evening started out with Angie fellating me, and Brad taking her from behind. Every so often we changed positions until Brad and I had fucked Angie in every position we could think of. Sometimes I watched the two of them have sex when I got tired, and sometimes Brad would do the same when he needed a break. While all three of us were fucking, Brad was the first one to come off in Angie's cunt. Minutes after he'd had his orgasm, Angie asked me to lick her there. I was reluctant at first to do that, and I hesitated.

  Not wanting to stop the night's sexual momentum, I finally relented and put my face between Angie's well-worked thighs. I was greeted with the most glorious scent I had ever smelled. Soon I wasn't just eating Angie for her own pleasure or for the satisfaction of getting her to orgasm,

  but for the pleasure that I got by having some of Brad's spunk on my tongue. I wasn't just tasting my girlfriend anymore, but something far sexier: another man. The combination was completely thrilling to me. Soon what started as a once-in-a-lifetime thrill began to happen with more and more frequency until it seemed that every few weeks we would get together with some man (or go out to find one). Angie would fuck us both while I got ready for our partner to climax. Then I would get down and enjoy the greatest treat I had discovered since I lost my virginity.

  Unfortunately the last time we did that was years ago, but I've never forgotten how horny it made me to have the remnants of two lovers in my mouth.—A.D., New Orleans, Louisiana

  EXPERIMENTAL GUY DELVES DEEP INTO HIS IMAGINATION—AND HIS GIRLFRIEND'S PUSSY

  After reading so many letters in your magazine from men who get off on tasting other guys' come, I decided I'd see for myself what all those guys are talking about. I brought up the idea to my girlfriend Stephanie, who's pretty open-minded about things like that and anxious to experiment with our sex lives.

  We have what you might call a committed open relationship: We both date (and bed) other people, but we both check with each other when we want
to make plans. If one of us wants to see the other on a night when we're all set up to see someone else, that other person has to wait. We're committed to each other first and foremost. But it didn't surprise me that she took so easily to the idea of banging some other guy so I could eat his come out of her.

  She called me up one night and wanted to know if I was doing anything special, because she wanted to get together later in the night. I asked her to come over then, but she said she was getting together with a girlfriend for dinner and would see me later. She showed up at my place around ten o'clock in the evening with a bottle of white and a bag of something good and green.

  We rolled one up and before we even smoked half of it Stephanie let me know she was in the mood for some stick. I was game too, so I started to give her a little massage on my couch. One thing led to another, as they usually do, and soon we were in my bedroom. We generally go heavy on the foreplay when we're together: a lot of kissing and touching and such. I was getting ready to have myself a little snack (I did have the munchies, after all!) when I noticed that Stephanie's panties were soaking wet, and we'd barely even started fooling around. Her cunt lips were damp and her pussy was already overflowing. The milky fluid that leaked from her cunt looked oddly familiar.

  When Stephanie finally noticed that I figured something funny was going on, she told me that she hadn't gone out with her girlfriend but had met—and fucked—a guy friend of hers so we could live out the fantasy we'd discussed. Stoned, surprised and horny as a toad, I gave her a big kiss and got ready to reach another sexual plateau.

  Stephanie's pussy was warmer than I'd noticed it to be before and had a definite flavor of something other than girl come. A sharp taste flowed into my mouth as I lapped her labia, with a pungent scent that magnified the flavor I had in my mouth. The fluid was definitely more viscous than Stephanie's usual secretions. The distinct tang also differed from Stephanie's usual pussy nectar. But the combination of the two was intriguing. I felt like an oenophile sampling an exotic vintage, trying to discern and label the individual components. It was somewhat briny, which contrasted sharply with Stephanie's usual sweetness, and also had an unfamiliar hint of musk. I rolled it around in my mouth for a minute before swallowing it, wanting all of my taste buds to experience the unusual sensation. When I swallowed, it left a distinct tang at the back of my throat that I had never experienced before.