Letters to Penthouse XXXXII

by Penthouse International

  I whispered to Richard that I wanted to fuck him. Moving forward, I sat on his hard shaft with my back to him, guiding his cock into my hungry pussy. The feel of it sliding into me was amazing. Meanwhile, Bob had moved between my legs and was kissing and fondling my breasts. Taking hold of his head, I moved it lower so he could lick my pussy while Richard fucked me, and I could watch them both.

  I realized suddenly that there was no way my husband could tongue my cunt without some contact with Richard’s hard organ. Getting even hotter, I whispered urgently for him to lick us both. He moved forward eagerly and licked Richard’s pumping manhood, continuing upward to suck my clitoris. I came instantly, shaking like a leaf in a storm, then again as Bob repeated his action.

  Now I wanted to watch the two of them together, so I pulled Richard’s dick from my cunt and told Bob to make him come. My husband responded immediately, engulfing Richard’s beautiful cock with his mouth and using his thumb and forefinger as a ring to stroke the other man’s shaft.

  Suddenly Richard tensed up and thrust his hips back and forth even faster, and I watched, mesmerized, as he erupted into Bob’s mouth. Bob didn’t quit then. He continued sucking until Richard was once again semi-erect. I was so hot I was masturbating openly, wanting to be fucked yet wanting to watch the two of them screw.

  The men watched me for a moment, and then I started kissing my husband. Using some K-Y, I rubbed his asshole until my fingers slipped in easily. He gasped with delight and agreed readily when I said I wanted to see Richard fuck him. Richard was stroking his cock to full erection, and he rubbed its head around Bob’s tight hole as I pulled my man’s ass cheeks apart. At first it was only Richard’s cockhead slipping in and out, but soon Bob moved backward, impaling himself on Richard’s fully engorged manhood.

  I wanted to be fucked, too, while I watched this incredibly hot scene, so I guided Bob’s cock into me. He moaned as he fucked me and Richard fucked him, clearly almost out of his head with the double pleasure of it all. As Bob rocked back and forth, moving into me made Richard’s cock slide out, then he’d squirm back to take Richard’s hard rod deeper into his asshole. It was incredible.

  We fucked like that for about ten minutes until Richard finally erupted into a massive orgasm, pumping his come into Bob’s ass. That caused a chain-reaction orgasm in Bob and me, longer and stronger than I could remember our experiencing before.

  When my husband and I talked it over later, we agreed that it was the erotic high point of our lives, and I confessed that I was amazed at my own voyeuristic impulse. I confessed to a desire to watch him in secret as he made it with another man, all the while masturbating myself to one wild orgasm after another. Who knows? It could happen sooner than I’d ever have imagined.

  —Ms. T.P., Palo Alto, California

  Marvelous Memories of Mona Masturbating to Explosive Orgasms

  Back when I was in college, my girlfriend Mona and I each rented rooms in a big house off-campus our senior year. We felt so worldly wise and independent being out of the dormitory. The arrangements weren’t really all that sophisticated, but I loved it. A storage area separated our bedrooms, and we each had a dresser that backed into this storage area.

  One afternoon, while I was in my room studying, I heard Mona arrive home, go into her room and lock the door. She should have been in class. Of course, I should have also, but I had decided to skip my afternoon classes in order to get some extra studying in.

  I was curious as to why Mona was home. Of course, I could have knocked on her door and asked her why, but something told me not to. Instead, I quietly pushed my dresser to one side and crept through the dark storage area to where Mona’s dresser stuck through the wall. Through the crack between the wall and the dresser I could plainly see Mona’s whole bedroom.

  When I saw Mona, I had to cup my hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror, totally naked, playing with herself. Her feet were about two feet apart, her head was slightly thrown back, and both hands were in her crotch. Her left hand was holding her lips apart, and a finger of her right was working her clitoris. In seconds, her knees buckled slightly, and she let out a moan as she came.

  Calming down, she straightened her legs and then continued to rub herself. This time, every few seconds, she pulled her finger from her pussy and put it to her mouth. Then she sucked her finger clean and returned it to her clitoris.

  From my vantage point I had a clear view of her and her reflection in the mirror. I could see her front and back. I had never before seen Mona without clothes. She was a beautiful girl with small breasts and a slim figure. Her tummy was flat, her butt nicely rounded, and she had nice, slender legs. The thick dark patch of her pubic hair matched the long hair on her head. She was even blessed with pretty feet.

  As she continued rubbing and tasting herself, I reached into my shorts and started fingering myself. Mona began rubbing herself faster and soon she was coming again. This time she fell to the floor on her knees and almost screamed as she came. She bent over slightly at the waist and pulled away the hand that she had been holding herself open with. She put it on the floor to steady herself, never slowing the finger that was bringing her off. I came on my fingers at that very instant.

  As Mona’s body relaxed and her orgasm subsided, she sat back on her haunches—but never stopped fingering her slit. Slowly but surely she worked herself toward a third climax. In time, her moans indicated that she was getting close, and she moved the hand that had been on the floor to her mouth and got her middle finger dripping wet. Then she moved it behind her and steadily pushed it between the cheeks of her ass. I watched in awe as she slowly worked her finger up her pert bottom. I could tell by her movements when she had it buried all the way. Then, as she stroked her pussy with her right hand, she wiggled the finger in her ass.

  Within seconds she came a third time, moaning loudly as her orgasm ripped through her. She doubled over at the waist, her body jerking, and half-grunted and half-cried as each contraction hit her. I could actually tell by the sounds she was making each time her muscles convulsed. I never imagined that anyone could come so hard.

  Eventually Mona calmed down and slowly withdrew the finger from her ass and removed her hand from her crotch. She then rolled over onto her side and lay there breathing deeply. After several minutes, she got up and put her clothes on.

  That was my cue. I flew back to my room, stripped and got on my bed. I brought myself to two more orgasms before my pussy was so sore I had to stop.

  After that day I saw some powerful things in that room. I saw Mona masturbate, always totally naked, lying on her bed, lying on the floor, standing on her bed, and in front of the mirror. I saw her push the handle of her hairbrush into her ass while she got off. I saw her tie knots in a scarf, push the whole thing up her ass, then pull it out as she came.

  Every time I watched her, I ended up in my room masturbating like crazy. I even tried the trick with the scarf. It was out of this world. I couldn’t believe how much it added to my orgasm.

  The last couple of months, Mona had used a magazine with pictures in it when she masturbated—pictures of naked men. She stared at the pictures as she brought herself off. She even ran her fingers across them while rubbing herself. Several times I heard her mumble her boyfriend’s name while stroking the pictures. I kept hoping that someday I’d get to see her screwing him, but we graduated and moved out before that could happen.

  I’m married now but when I’m alone, I often masturbate imitating techniques I saw Mona try in that amazing senior year at school.

  —Ms. F.C., Seattle, Washington

  She Gets Tutored and Learns How to Be the Perfect Sub

  When my friend Sophie asked me if I’d tutor her in Spanish, I agreed immediately. Sophie’s unbelievably hot, and I’d harbored a huge crush on her, as had half the men on campus. I figured I had no chance with her, being an average grad student with a pretty nerdy look, including glasses. But we’d become clos
e friends over the two years we’d been in college together. Although we got along well, there was no way I could tell her about all the kinky fantasies I’d had about her—or so I thought.

  But when we started our sessions, I found that her Spanish was almost as good as mine. She hadn’t gotten all A’s, but she hardly needed a tutor. I began to wonder if she was trying to give me a different kind of message, especially because she usually showed up at our biweekly meetings in tiny skirts and revealing tops, and would touch my arm and giggle. One day while we were conjugating verbs, she asked, “How do you say ‘horny’ in Spanish? That’s one I’m sure I’ll be needing.” Then she laughed and brushed against me.

  When I turned to her, the electricity flying between us was unmistakable. “I think our lesson for the day is over, Sophie, because the things I want to tell you I can’t say in Spanish—like get down on the floor, kneel before me, and suck my cock.” I couldn’t believe I had actually said those words! I’m usually soft-spoken and respectful, but she brought out my hidden dominant side. I’d always had kinky thoughts but had never acted on them until that moment. Sophie didn’t bat an eye. As if we’d been doing this for years, she immediately knelt before me and stared upward with a look I can only describe as submissive written across her face.

  “That’s right. You’ve been coming in here and teasing me and making my cock hard. I do need to teach you Spanish and make sure you get an A. But first you have something even more important to take care of,” I said, taking out my dick.

  I was rock-hard and couldn’t wait to watch her suck me off. She leaned forward, but as she reached for my shaft, I pushed her hands away. “Keep your hands behind your back—you don’t need them, just use that slutty mouth of yours.” Then I guided my cock between her waiting, open lips, sighing in pleasure as her tongue made contact with my shaft. She looked like she was enjoying this as much as I was, and I could tell from how quickly she obeyed me that she liked being told what to do—and sucking cock. Her mouth wrapped around me, and she quickly acclimated to not being able to use her hands. The combined feeling of her wet mouth and submissive posture was overwhelming. I’d been entertaining fantasies about Sophie for so long that her head bobbing and her red lipstick getting smeared as she maneuvered around my dick felt almost too good to be true.

  She had obviously studied the art of the blowjob because she wonderfully handled my full, firm eight inches, gliding up and down, and using her saliva to make everything perfectly wet. I lightly placed my hands on her hair, thrusting forward as she eased her mouth down my shaft. We worked up to a faster and faster rhythm, and she was able to swallow my whole length with no problem. “I’m gonna come in your mouth, and you’re gonna swallow every drop,” I said, my voice nearly becoming a sexy growl. She made a mewling sound that I hoped meant she was getting wet from doing this. I soon shot my load right into her mouth, and almost immediately, Sophie was gulping down my come like it was chocolate sauce.

  She finally rose with a satisfied smile on her face. Her hands were still pressed behind her back, making her breasts thrust forward. Suddenly, I was hungry for her nipples, and without asking, I lifted up her shirt, lowered her bra, and took one nub into my mouth. It was puckered, and I started lapping at it with my tongue while I twisted the other one. Her breathing got more labored, but she didn’t speak, and I kept on tormenting her nipples. After about five minutes, I eased back so I could look at them. They were still hard but had become a darker shade of rose and looked lovely. I could have feasted on them for hours, but I tweaked them between my fingers instead, vowing to buy her a set of nipple clamps if she did well in her class.

  Then I moved my hand lower, down between her legs. I rubbed her pussy through her tight jeans, teasing her. She was clearly wet, and I eventually allowed her to move her hands and remove her pants, but instructed her to keep on her cute white bikini panties. There was something so innocent about them, and knowing that Sophie was the opposite of innocence made me want to see her wearing them. Plus, I found that I enjoyed teasing her, knowing that I possessed the power to allow her to strip or to come—or not.

  I massaged her cunt slowly, and while she wiggled a little against my fingers, trying to get me to work her over more quickly, I ignored her silent pleas and went at my own leisurely pace. I slid my fingers underneath the waistband of the panties and felt her sleek wetness as her lips parted to take in my digits. Then I had to take off her panties entirely. I looked around, not sure where to put them at first. Then I said, “Open your mouth,” and stuffed them inside before resuming my pussy play. I heard her muffled cries as I brought her closer and closer to orgasm, feeling her tunnel tighten around my fingers. I wanted her to come, but I wanted to tease her as well. I pulled my fingers out and she moaned against the cotton, then gave me a pleading look.

  “Don’t worry, Sophie. I will let you come, but I want to make a deal with you first. If you get all A’s in Spanish, I’ll take you over my knee and spank your ass for as long as you like. But if you get a B or lower, not just on your final grade, but on any test or quiz, you’re not even going to be allowed to masturbate. Your poor pussy will have to wait until your brain catches up. What do you say to that?” I asked as I stroked her slit.

  “Yes, yes, whatever you want,” she said when I took the panties out of her mouth and simultaneously slammed my fingers inside her. She jerked against me, really squeezing my digits as her orgasm wound its way through her body. I liked knowing that I could do that to her, and that we each relished our roles as top and bottom respectively, like we’d been born to play them.

  After she came, she licked her juices off my fingers. “Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” she asked. The way she tacked on “sir” at the end had my cock raging once again, and I answered by bending her over the table and sliding my dick inside her. She was still wet and tight from her climax, and I fucked her hard, grateful that I could do what I wanted with her body and know she’d like it. “Don’t come this time, Sophie. You haven’t earned that privilege.” She moaned a long, keening cry, and I wasn’t sure if it was over disappointment about not being able to climax or arousal at being the recipient of another order.

  I laughed as I watched her squirm, looking on as I slid my cock almost all the way out of her pussy, then rammed it back in. It didn’t take long before I was coming, spurting my cream into her cunt.

  I pulled out and then didn’t touch her again, leaving Sophie to get dressed and feel what had to be an ache of longing between her legs. “Now I’m also going to give you an added assignment. Before we meet again, I want you to learn how to say, ‘cock,’ ‘blowjob,’ and ‘yes, sir’ in Spanish. That’s in addition to you getting an A on next week’s quiz. Do you understand?”

  Sophie stared into my eyes and smiled before saying she did. I stepped closer. “And to prepare you, no masturbating at all until we see each other next. Don’t try to cheat, either. I’ll know.” She shuddered, and I gave her short hair a playful tug before allowing her to gather her things and walk away.

  I can’t wait for our next tutoring session. I no longer feel like a nerd, but a kinky stud who has begun to realize his potential.

  —Mr. T.C., New Haven, Connecticut

  “Who Needs Adonis When One Can Have Olympian Jove?” Asks Classical Beauty

  At forty-six, I found myself at loose ends for the first time since junior high. My teaching career had fallen victim to the ruthless budgetary concerns that had virtually done away with tenure in my university, and I had finally carved myself a niche teaching in a small community college.

  I bought a charming old house and began to fix it up myself, but it was lonely, and I had no real vision for the future. One beautiful evening in early summer I was lounging in my backyard with a mug of Guinness, contemplating the stars. There was a full moon, and I was thinking it was the perfect night for the appearance of one of the lusty goddesses of classical mythology.

  Then she appeared, out of the back door
of my neighbor’s house. I’d never seen her before, and I thought for a minute I was having a vision—or maybe a hallucination. She was stunning—tall, blonde and gorgeous, with a flawless body. Her modest swimsuit displayed all her charms in piquant fashion. She must have been half my age, but my heart was captured in a moment. I watched in awe as she prepared to dive into the pool, the fabric of her suit working its way between the cheeks of her ass in a way that made me shudder from head to toe and take note of my throbbing erection.

  No young woman had ever affected me like this, and I’d had hundreds in my classrooms. We hadn’t exchanged a word, but she had me in her snare. I had to learn more about her. I simply stared as she arose from the water like Aphrodite from the sea foam. When she lay back on the lounge chair and began to rub herself absentmindedly, it was almost more than I could bear. Later that night, after I had masturbated restlessly, she met me in my dreams, inspiring the first wet dream I’d had in twenty years.

  The next day I spotted a gossipy friend from down the block who told me that she was a graduate student in Classics, house-sitting for her parents while they were in Europe for the summer. That explained why I had never seen her before. I had to get to know her—and in the biblical sense as well as just being introduced. I wasn’t sure how, but trust the trained intellect to formulate a plan.

  I kept in good shape, running and working out at the gym, so there wasn’t an ounce of fat on my six-foot frame. I was deeply tanned from working outdoors painting the house and landscaping my yard. She could hardly have found a more powerful contrast to her dewy blonde looks in this dark, intense professor. If we made love there would surely be fireworks.

  I slipped into a pair of nylon shorts with no underwear, letting my impressive equipment move freely. A tight T-shirt emphasized my muscular chest and arms, and I prepared my patio to grill some steaks. I hoped my young beauty would put in another appearance and I could entice her to dine with me.